[{"id":36819507,"name":"Act On It (feat. Kam)","trackName":"Act On It (feat. Kam)","artistName":"Funkdoobiest","albumName":"Act On It","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You don't really wanna really, really?\nFuck Doobie, fuck that nine-seven shot, that's why\nWe got Cam on the mothership\nWicked, wicked, wicked, ridin' that cosmic funk\nIt's all about that money, man\nHey Doobie, tell you what!\n\nHey, yo, what's that sound?\nWho breaks the funk? Fuck, Sun grab the pound\nWhile thou count my lo-jays, Doobie's got the cobra\nRock the jewelry, no hoes, we watch the cro-say\nSmack a ho say, blue eyes go roving\nTwo Ks and the dole, up on my low name\nDoobie S2A, so I fade the second\nMillions red eye first class plane ticket\n\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\nCollect four hundred, slam on that, man\nWe put the clip and bang on that\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\nCollect four hundred, slam on that, man\nWe put the clip and bang on that\n\nHit me with the lights, camera, action\nRoll sound, let me get down, it's Cam here to back somethin'\nDoobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\nEast, West, North, South, sorry tribes\nSoldiers, we ain't out here just actin' down\n'Cause all I hang around is black and brown\nAnd quakin' down, now brothers can't even hang\nO.D. without them callin' us a gang\nBut slang is what I speak, but bang is what the track do\nHave a nigga lock niggas up for a tattoo\n\nAnd that do make a nigga wanna smash\nOr more police, not poor white trash\n'Cause cash rule everything around us, so\nYou know, that's the reason that they clown us for the show\nWe all about movin' and groovin' now\nWith the high pro flow, show and provin' how\n\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\nCollect four hundred, slam on that, man\nWe put the clip and bang on that\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\nCollect four hundred, slam on that, man\nWe put the clip and bang on that\n\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, I got your itchy eye-eye\nMercedes drive-by, sun steppin' on the Mai Tai\nI shine in heaven, now why try?\nHigh five is five sun high, so why fight?\nThe right price, see my Lex coupe slide by-by\nTwenty-four K, we parlay by night\nWe ride the five to par, a four-five fight\nNice cars collide, the prize of my sight\nCome on! Let's go to work\n\nAnd let Macy that body jerk\nGirls twist your middle, watch my chips triple\nLatin ladies can act civil\n\nObey the seco, stash the loot in the limo\nPistol through your bulletproof window\n\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\nCollect four hundred, slam on that, man\nWe put the clip and bang on that\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\nCollect four hundred, slam on that, man\nWe put the clip and bang on that\n\nDoobie, Doobie, y'all\nDoobie, Doobie\nYou don't really wanna really, really?\nYou don't really wanna really, really?\nHahahaha...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.66] You don't really wanna really, really?\n[00:03.77] Fuck Doobie, fuck that nine-seven shot, that's why\n[00:07.41] We got Cam on the mothership\n[00:09.88] Wicked, wicked, wicked, ridin' that cosmic funk\n[00:13.75] It's all about that money, man\n[00:16.41] Hey Doobie, tell you what!\n[00:19.63] Hey, yo, what's that sound?\n[00:22.01] Who breaks the funk? Fuck, Sun grab the pound\n[00:24.17] While thou count my lo-jays, Doobie's got the cobra\n[00:26.89] Rock the jewelry, no hoes, we watch the cro-say\n[00:29.19] Smack a ho say, blue eyes go roving\n[00:31.59] Two Ks and the dole, up on my low name\n[00:34.02] Doobie S2A, so I fade the second\n[00:36.44] Millions red eye first class plane ticket\n[00:39.68] If you ain't on that, well act on that\n[00:40.95] Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n[00:43.44] Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n[00:45.90] We put the clip and bang on that\n[00:47.99] If you ain't on that, well act on that\n[00:50.52] Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n[00:53.18] Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n[00:55.45] We put the clip and bang on that\n[00:57.42] Hit me with the lights, camera, action\n[01:00.11] Roll sound, let me get down, it's Cam here to back somethin'\n[01:02.82] Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\n[01:05.29] East, West, North, South, sorry tribes\n[01:07.37] Soldiers, we ain't out here just actin' down\n[01:09.86] 'Cause all I hang around is black and brown\n[01:12.04] And quakin' down, now brothers can't even hang\n[01:14.81] O.D. without them callin' us a gang\n[01:16.95] But slang is what I speak, but bang is what the track do\n[01:19.70] Have a nigga lock niggas up for a tattoo\n[01:22.28] And that do make a nigga wanna smash\n[01:24.36] Or more police, not poor white trash\n[01:26.68] 'Cause cash rule everything around us, so\n[01:28.94] You know, that's the reason that they clown us for the show\n[01:31.58] We all about movin' and groovin' now\n[01:33.72] With the high pro flow, show and provin' how\n[01:36.25] If you ain't on that, well act on that\n[01:38.66] Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n[01:41.11] Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n[01:43.45] We put the clip and bang on that\n[01:45.45] If you ain't on that, well act on that\n[01:48.13] Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n[01:50.78] Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n[01:53.04] We put the clip and bang on that\n[01:55.69] Whoa, whoa, whoa, I got your itchy eye-eye\n[01:57.92] Mercedes drive-by, sun steppin' on the Mai Tai\n[02:00.54] I shine in heaven, now why try?\n[02:02.88] High five is five sun high, so why fight?\n[02:04.95] The right price, see my Lex coupe slide by-by\n[02:07.73] Twenty-four K, we parlay by night\n[02:09.93] We ride the five to par, a four-five fight\n[02:12.48] Nice cars collide, the prize of my sight\n[02:14.55] Come on! Let's go to work\n[02:17.15] And let Macy that body jerk\n[02:19.57] Girls twist your middle, watch my chips triple\n[02:22.02] Latin ladies can act civil\n[02:24.31] Obey the seco, stash the loot in the limo\n[02:26.62] Pistol through your bulletproof window\n[02:29.24] If you ain't on that, well act on that\n[02:31.06] Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n[02:33.82] Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n[02:36.32] We put the clip and bang on that\n[02:38.23] If you ain't on that, well act on that\n[02:40.61] Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n[02:43.48] Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n[02:45.92] We put the clip and bang on that\n[02:49.83] Doobie, Doobie, y'all\n[02:51.73] Doobie, Doobie\n[02:54.78] You don't really wanna really, really?\n[02:59.55] You don't really wanna really, really?\n[03:01.39] Hahahaha...\n[03:38.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Act On It (feat. 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Fuck, Sun grab the pound\n  While thou count my lo-jays, Doobie's got the cobra\n  Rock the jewelry, no hoes, we watch the cro-say\n  Smack a ho say, blue eyes go roving\n  Two Ks and the dole, up on my low name\n  Doobie S2A, so I fade the second\n  Millions red eye first class plane ticket\n\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n  Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n  We put the clip and bang on that\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n  Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n  We put the clip and bang on that\n\n  Hit me with the lights, camera, action\n  Roll sound, let me get down, it's Cam here to back somethin'\n  Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\n  East, West, North, South, sorry tribes\n  Soldiers, we ain't out here just actin' down\n  'Cause all I hang around is black and brown\n  And quakin' down, now brothers can't even hang\n  O.D. without them callin' us a gang\n  But slang is what I speak, but bang is what the track do\n  Have a nigga lock niggas up for a tattoo\n\n  And that do make a nigga wanna smash\n  Or more police, not poor white trash\n  'Cause cash rule everything around us, so\n  You know, that's the reason that they clown us for the show\n  We all about movin' and groovin' now\n  With the high pro flow, show and provin' how\n\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n  Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n  We put the clip and bang on that\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n  Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n  We put the clip and bang on that\n\n  Whoa, whoa, whoa, I got your itchy eye-eye\n  Mercedes drive-by, sun steppin' on the Mai Tai\n  I shine in heaven, now why try?\n  High five is five sun high, so why fight?\n  The right price, see my Lex coupe slide by-by\n  Twenty-four K, we parlay by night\n  We ride the five to par, a four-five fight\n  Nice cars collide, the prize of my sight\n  Come on! Let's go to work\n\n  And let Macy that body jerk\n  Girls twist your middle, watch my chips triple\n  Latin ladies can act civil\n\n  Obey the seco, stash the loot in the limo\n  Pistol through your bulletproof window\n\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n  Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n  We put the clip and bang on that\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrate and drink on that, bang!\n  Collect four hundred, slam on that, man\n  We put the clip and bang on that\n\n  Doobie, Doobie, y'all\n  Doobie, Doobie\n  You don't really wanna really, really?\n  You don't really wanna really, really?\n  Hahahaha...\n"},{"id":37289375,"name":"Act On It (feat. Kam) (Instrumental)","trackName":"Act On It (feat. 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Kam) (Instrumental)\n  artist: Funkdoobiest\n  instrumental: true\n  album: Act On It\n  duration_ms: 218373\nlines: null\nplain: null\n"},{"id":29772954,"name":"Act on It","trackName":"Act on It","artistName":"Funkdoobiest","albumName":"The Big Hit","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Cam\n\nYou don't really wanna really really\nFunkDoobie for the nine seven shot\nThat's right\nWe got Cam on the mothership\nWicky wicky wicky riding that cosmic funk\nIt's all about that money man\nHey Doobie where you at?\n\n[SonDoobie]\nHey yo what's that sound\nWho freaks the funk while Son grabs the pound\nI don't count my loot chee Doobie gots the cool breeze\nBox of jewelry no hope is what your crew say\nBlast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies\n?, off on my lonely\nDoobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest\nMillion red-eye, first-class plane, igging\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\n[Cam]\nWicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action\nRoll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son\nDoobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\nEast, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe\nTrue soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\nCuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown\nThey crackind down, now brothers can't even hang\nFour deep, without them calling us a gang\nCuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do\nHow the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\nAnd that do make a nigga want to smash\nHomo-police, not po' white trash\nCash rule everything around us so, you know\nThat's the reason that the clout is for\nCuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now\nWith the high-pro glow, show and prove and how\nYou got to act on it\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\n[SonDoobie]\nBo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai\nMercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta\nI shine in Heaven, now I'll try\nHigh-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i\nSee my legs cooped like?\nTwenty-four K, we parlay by night\nWe ride the funk,?\nNight trumps collide, apply the mind set\nCome on, let's go to work\nAnd let me see that body jerk\nGirls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple\nLatin lingo, connect?\n?, stash the loot in the Limo\nPistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\nA-Doobie-Doobie, yall\nA-Doobie-Doobie\nYou don't really want to really, really\nYou don't really want to really, really","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Act on It\n  artist: Funkdoobiest\n  album: The Big Hit\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Cam\n\n  You don't really wanna really really\n  FunkDoobie for the nine seven shot\n  That's right\n  We got Cam on the mothership\n  Wicky wicky wicky riding that cosmic funk\n  It's all about that money man\n  Hey Doobie where you at?\n\n  [SonDoobie]\n  Hey yo what's that sound\n  Who freaks the funk while Son grabs the pound\n  I don't count my loot chee Doobie gots the cool breeze\n  Box of jewelry no hope is what your crew say\n  Blast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies\n  ?, off on my lonely\n  Doobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest\n  Million red-eye, first-class plane, igging\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  [Cam]\n  Wicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action\n  Roll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son\n  Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\n  East, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe\n  True soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\n  Cuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown\n  They crackind down, now brothers can't even hang\n  Four deep, without them calling us a gang\n  Cuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do\n  How the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\n  And that do make a nigga want to smash\n  Homo-police, not po' white trash\n  Cash rule everything around us so, you know\n  That's the reason that the clout is for\n  Cuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now\n  With the high-pro glow, show and prove and how\n  You got to act on it\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  [SonDoobie]\n  Bo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai\n  Mercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta\n  I shine in Heaven, now I'll try\n  High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i\n  See my legs cooped like?\n  Twenty-four K, we parlay by night\n  We ride the funk,?\n  Night trumps collide, apply the mind set\n  Come on, let's go to work\n  And let me see that body jerk\n  Girls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple\n  Latin lingo, connect?\n  ?, stash the loot in the Limo\n  Pistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  A-Doobie-Doobie, yall\n  A-Doobie-Doobie\n  You don't really want to really, really\n  You don't really want to really, really\n"},{"id":12000618,"name":"Act On It","trackName":"Act On It","artistName":"Funkdoobiest","albumName":"Troubleshooters","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Cam\n\nYou don't really wanna really really\nFunkDoobie for the nine seven shot\nThat's right\nWe got Cam on the mothership\nWicky wicky wicky riding that cosmic funk\nIt's all about that money man\nHey Doobie where you at?\n\n[SonDoobie]\nHey yo what's that sound\nWho freaks the funk while Son grabs the pound\nI don't count my loot chee Doobie gots the cool breeze\nBox of jewelry no hope is what your crew say\nBlast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies\n?, off on my lonely\nDoobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest\nMillion red-eye, first-class plane, igging\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\n[Cam]\nWicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action\nRoll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son\nDoobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\nEast, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe\nTrue soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\nCuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown\nThey crackind down, now brothers can't even hang\nFour deep, without them calling us a gang\nCuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do\nHow the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\nAnd that do make a nigga want to smash\nHomo-police, not po' white trash\nCash rule everything around us so, you know\nThat's the reason that the clout is for\nCuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now\nWith the high-pro glow, show and prove and how\nYou got to act on it\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\n[SonDoobie]\nBo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai\nMercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta\nI shine in Heaven, now I'll try\nHigh-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i\nSee my legs cooped like?\nTwenty-four K, we parlay by night\nWe ride the funk,?\nNight trumps collide, apply the mind set\nCome on, let's go to work\nAnd let me see that body jerk\nGirls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple\nLatin lingo, connect?\n?, stash the loot in the Limo\nPistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\nA-Doobie-Doobie, yall\nA-Doobie-Doobie\nYou don't really want to really, really\nYou don't really want to really, really","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Act On It\n  artist: Funkdoobiest\n  album: Troubleshooters\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Cam\n\n  You don't really wanna really really\n  FunkDoobie for the nine seven shot\n  That's right\n  We got Cam on the mothership\n  Wicky wicky wicky riding that cosmic funk\n  It's all about that money man\n  Hey Doobie where you at?\n\n  [SonDoobie]\n  Hey yo what's that sound\n  Who freaks the funk while Son grabs the pound\n  I don't count my loot chee Doobie gots the cool breeze\n  Box of jewelry no hope is what your crew say\n  Blast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies\n  ?, off on my lonely\n  Doobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest\n  Million red-eye, first-class plane, igging\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  [Cam]\n  Wicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action\n  Roll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son\n  Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\n  East, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe\n  True soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\n  Cuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown\n  They crackind down, now brothers can't even hang\n  Four deep, without them calling us a gang\n  Cuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do\n  How the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\n  And that do make a nigga want to smash\n  Homo-police, not po' white trash\n  Cash rule everything around us so, you know\n  That's the reason that the clout is for\n  Cuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now\n  With the high-pro glow, show and prove and how\n  You got to act on it\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  [SonDoobie]\n  Bo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai\n  Mercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta\n  I shine in Heaven, now I'll try\n  High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i\n  See my legs cooped like?\n  Twenty-four K, we parlay by night\n  We ride the funk,?\n  Night trumps collide, apply the mind set\n  Come on, let's go to work\n  And let me see that body jerk\n  Girls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple\n  Latin lingo, connect?\n  ?, stash the loot in the Limo\n  Pistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  A-Doobie-Doobie, yall\n  A-Doobie-Doobie\n  You don't really want to really, really\n  You don't really want to really, really\n"},{"id":9381060,"name":"Act on It","trackName":"Act on It","artistName":"Funkdoobiest","albumName":"The Troubleshooters","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Cam\n\nYou don't really wanna really really\nFunkDoobie for the nine seven shot\nThat's right\nWe got Cam on the mothership\nWicky wicky wicky riding that cosmic funk\nIt's all about that money man\nHey Doobie where you at?\n\n[SonDoobie]\nHey yo what's that sound\nWho freaks the funk while Son grabs the pound\nI don't count my loot chee Doobie gots the cool breeze\nBox of jewelry no hope is what your crew say\nBlast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies\n?, off on my lonely\nDoobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest\nMillion red-eye, first-class plane, igging\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\n[Cam]\nWicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action\nRoll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son\nDoobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\nEast, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe\nTrue soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\nCuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown\nThey crackind down, now brothers can't even hang\nFour deep, without them calling us a gang\nCuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do\nHow the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\nAnd that do make a nigga want to smash\nHomo-police, not po' white trash\nCash rule everything around us so, you know\nThat's the reason that the clout is for\nCuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now\nWith the high-pro glow, show and prove and how\nYou got to act on it\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\n[SonDoobie]\nBo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai\nMercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta\nI shine in Heaven, now I'll try\nHigh-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i\nSee my legs cooped like?\nTwenty-four K, we parlay by night\nWe ride the funk,?\nNight trumps collide, apply the mind set\nCome on, let's go to work\nAnd let me see that body jerk\nGirls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple\nLatin lingo, connect?\n?, stash the loot in the Limo\nPistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window\n\nIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it\nAnd my niggas celebrating, drink on it\nSelect-mode on the slam on it, now\nTo ba-ba-bank on it\n\nA-Doobie-Doobie, yall\nA-Doobie-Doobie\nYou don't really want to really, really\nYou don't really want to really, really","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Act on It\n  artist: Funkdoobiest\n  album: The Troubleshooters\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Cam\n\n  You don't really wanna really really\n  FunkDoobie for the nine seven shot\n  That's right\n  We got Cam on the mothership\n  Wicky wicky wicky riding that cosmic funk\n  It's all about that money man\n  Hey Doobie where you at?\n\n  [SonDoobie]\n  Hey yo what's that sound\n  Who freaks the funk while Son grabs the pound\n  I don't count my loot chee Doobie gots the cool breeze\n  Box of jewelry no hope is what your crew say\n  Blast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies\n  ?, off on my lonely\n  Doobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest\n  Million red-eye, first-class plane, igging\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  [Cam]\n  Wicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action\n  Roll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son\n  Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\n  East, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe\n  True soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\n  Cuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown\n  They crackind down, now brothers can't even hang\n  Four deep, without them calling us a gang\n  Cuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do\n  How the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\n  And that do make a nigga want to smash\n  Homo-police, not po' white trash\n  Cash rule everything around us so, you know\n  That's the reason that the clout is for\n  Cuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now\n  With the high-pro glow, show and prove and how\n  You got to act on it\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  [SonDoobie]\n  Bo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai\n  Mercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta\n  I shine in Heaven, now I'll try\n  High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i\n  See my legs cooped like?\n  Twenty-four K, we parlay by night\n  We ride the funk,?\n  Night trumps collide, apply the mind set\n  Come on, let's go to work\n  And let me see that body jerk\n  Girls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple\n  Latin lingo, connect?\n  ?, stash the loot in the Limo\n  Pistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window\n\n  If you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it\n  And my niggas celebrating, drink on it\n  Select-mode on the slam on it, now\n  To ba-ba-bank on it\n\n  A-Doobie-Doobie, yall\n  A-Doobie-Doobie\n  You don't really want to really, really\n  You don't really want to really, really\n"},{"id":40002761,"name":"Act On It","trackName":"Act On It","artistName":"Funkdoobiest","albumName":"The Big Hit (The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You don't really wanna really, really\nFuck Doobie for the nine-seven shot\nThat's right, we got Kam on the mothership\nWicked, wicked, wicked\nI'm letting that cosmic funk\nIt's all about that money, man\nHey Doobie, say you ain't\n\nHey, yo, what's that sound?\nWho breaks the funk up? Son grab the pound\nI thou' count my blue cheese\nAlways got the gold teeth\nRock the jewelry\nNo ho shit, what your crew say?\nBlast back an old tape\nBlue ice, gold Rolex\nTwo case and the dough lay\nUp by my lonely\nDoobie ask to wait so I pay the seconds\nMillions red eye, first class plane ticket\n\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\nBang, collect four hundred, slam on that\nMan, we put a, put a bank on that\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\nBang, collect four hundred, slam on that\nMan, we put a, put a bank on that\n\nLet me do the lights, camera, action\nRoll sound, let me get down, it's Kam in the back\nSon Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\nEast, west, north, south, we're the tribe\nSoldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\n'Cause nigga all I hang around is black and brown\nThey cracking down, now brothers can't even hang\nOD'd without them calling us a gang\nBut slang is what I speak, but bang is what the track do\nHow the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\nAnd that do make a nigga wanna smash\nOn more police, not poor white trash\n'Cause cash rule everything around us, so\nYou know, that's the reason that they clown us for sure\nWe all about moving and grooving now\nWith the high pro blow, showing, proving how\nWe got to act on it\n\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\nBang, collect four hundred, slam on that\nMan, we put a, put a bank on that\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\nBang, collect four hundred, slam on that\nMan, we put a, put a bank on that\n\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, I got your itchy eye, eye\nMercedes drive-by, Son seven on the mazi\nI shine in heaven, now I drive\nHigh five and fly, Son hype the white ice\nThe right price, see my Lex Coupe slide drive by\nTwenty-four K, we parlay by night\nWe ride, divide the pie, my four-five bite\nNice crimes collide, surprise at my side, come on\nLet's go to work\nAnd let me see that body jerk\nGirls twist your middle, watch my chips triple\nLatin little, connect civil\nIt be the sicko, stash the loot in the limo\nPistol through your bulletproof Range Rover window\n\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\nBang, collect four hundred, slam on that\nMan, we put a, put a bank on that\nIf you ain't on that, well act on that\nMe and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\nBang, collect four hundred, slam on that\nMan, we put a, put a bank on that\n\nA-Doobie-Doobie y'all\nA-Doobie-Doobie\nYou don't really wanna really, really\nYou don't really wanna really, really\nHahahaha\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Act On It\n  artist: Funkdoobiest\n  album: The Big Hit (The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 217606\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You don't really wanna really, really\n  Fuck Doobie for the nine-seven shot\n  That's right, we got Kam on the mothership\n  Wicked, wicked, wicked\n  I'm letting that cosmic funk\n  It's all about that money, man\n  Hey Doobie, say you ain't\n\n  Hey, yo, what's that sound?\n  Who breaks the funk up? Son grab the pound\n  I thou' count my blue cheese\n  Always got the gold teeth\n  Rock the jewelry\n  No ho shit, what your crew say?\n  Blast back an old tape\n  Blue ice, gold Rolex\n  Two case and the dough lay\n  Up by my lonely\n  Doobie ask to wait so I pay the seconds\n  Millions red eye, first class plane ticket\n\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\n  Bang, collect four hundred, slam on that\n  Man, we put a, put a bank on that\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\n  Bang, collect four hundred, slam on that\n  Man, we put a, put a bank on that\n\n  Let me do the lights, camera, action\n  Roll sound, let me get down, it's Kam in the back\n  Son Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?\n  East, west, north, south, we're the tribe\n  Soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down\n  'Cause nigga all I hang around is black and brown\n  They cracking down, now brothers can't even hang\n  OD'd without them calling us a gang\n  But slang is what I speak, but bang is what the track do\n  How the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?\n  And that do make a nigga wanna smash\n  On more police, not poor white trash\n  'Cause cash rule everything around us, so\n  You know, that's the reason that they clown us for sure\n  We all about moving and grooving now\n  With the high pro blow, showing, proving how\n  We got to act on it\n\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\n  Bang, collect four hundred, slam on that\n  Man, we put a, put a bank on that\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\n  Bang, collect four hundred, slam on that\n  Man, we put a, put a bank on that\n\n  Whoa, whoa, whoa, I got your itchy eye, eye\n  Mercedes drive-by, Son seven on the mazi\n  I shine in heaven, now I drive\n  High five and fly, Son hype the white ice\n  The right price, see my Lex Coupe slide drive by\n  Twenty-four K, we parlay by night\n  We ride, divide the pie, my four-five bite\n  Nice crimes collide, surprise at my side, come on\n  Let's go to work\n  And let me see that body jerk\n  Girls twist your middle, watch my chips triple\n  Latin little, connect civil\n  It be the sicko, stash the loot in the limo\n  Pistol through your bulletproof Range Rover window\n\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\n  Bang, collect four hundred, slam on that\n  Man, we put a, put a bank on that\n  If you ain't on that, well act on that\n  Me and my niggas celebrating, drink on that\n  Bang, collect four hundred, slam on that\n  Man, we put a, put a bank on that\n\n  A-Doobie-Doobie y'all\n  A-Doobie-Doobie\n  You don't really wanna really, really\n  You don't really wanna really, really\n  Hahahaha\n  Yeah\n"}]