[{"id":6302302,"name":"The Dip","trackName":"The Dip","artistName":"Goodie Mob","albumName":"World Party","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hook\n\nYou know how good it can be, if I took you home with me\nI know the mood is right, I don't wanna be alone tonight\nCome on lets dip shawty, dip\nLets dip shawty, dip\nLets dip shawty, dip\nLets dip shawty\n\n(T-Mo)\nCan I get a chance, grown man from afar superstar status\nHoldin' on to the apparatus firmly\nWest shake show love heat 'em up in the club if you don't care\nConversations short, too many Newports blowing me away\nTo another broad, I mean cutie, with the nice round booty\nCut to the spot where all the girls wanna do me\nOn the low, nice and slow\nT-mo on the floor, out the door lets go\nKeep it on the hush, don't wanna rush when your ready\nWe can touch some G's, and blow trees in the wind\nWith a zip, I'm there, telling tales, out on bail\nSWAT's tales of rolling boulders and breaking shoulders\nTaking me closer to a poacher with that roll line\nShawty cause I'm down for mine\n\nHook\n\n(Cee-Lo)\nWe at the club 112 on the front row\nShawty done shot the Cuervo\nEven though she dancing with another niggeroe\nSomewhere out on the floor\nShe told me Lo snap your finger when your ready to go\nSo you know I feel great, I can hardly wait\nHit the Waffle House and get a chicken-melt plate\nScrambled Eggs with cheese, and a pile of grease\nAnd get full as a tick bout' ready to drip\nAnd oh for trilly shawty don't be silly\nCalm your nerves cause I'm back on that Philly\nCheifed like a champ, and everything is good\nI got to much class, and I'll take you to school\nI wanna act a fool, but I'm waiting patiently\nIt ain't good if it ain't been mentioned with me\nAnd if your number fuck around and get hard to find\nAll I really wanna be is a thought in your mind\n\nHook\n\n(Big Gipp)\nCan I take you home\nYou grown, sip a tea, nice feet\nEyes fly too, saw you when you came through\nBy yourself girl, no crew\nCan I hold you, can I show you\nEverything in life, that I've been through\nWe can roll in the hills in my big wheel\n98 Lank Lank with the Stank Stank\nThese lights, this night, my dream, your screams\nSilk sheets, we meet, what you need a ride, I got Fleet's\nLeather seats with the woodgrain head back\nWhen I drop it like that, baby don't act\nHow many times do I say that I want your love\nLets dip this club\n\nHook\n\n(Khujo)\nGod led me to The Shark Bar\nOn a Wednesday, with the dreads\nWhite derby, looking delicious, good enough to eat\nAnd what do I see, staring at me\nA nice pair of eyes, coke bottle figure, wig, done to a T\nDressed in gangsta black, ready to be attacked by a real mack\nPlaying hard to get it, so I dips upstairs\nHow long will it take for my earrings to withdrawl\nYou is such a cold and lonely heart, I'll make you warm again\nBut it was something different about you though\nYou didn't ask for no autograph or swarm\nAll you needed was a hug\nWe being snug like fingers in the glove\n8th grade was the last time a nigga was in love\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Dip\n  artist: Goodie Mob\n  album: World Party\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hook\n\n  You know how good it can be, if I took you home with me\n  I know the mood is right, I don't wanna be alone tonight\n  Come on lets dip shawty, dip\n  Lets dip shawty, dip\n  Lets dip shawty, dip\n  Lets dip shawty\n\n  (T-Mo)\n  Can I get a chance, grown man from afar superstar status\n  Holdin' on to the apparatus firmly\n  West shake show love heat 'em up in the club if you don't care\n  Conversations short, too many Newports blowing me away\n  To another broad, I mean cutie, with the nice round booty\n  Cut to the spot where all the girls wanna do me\n  On the low, nice and slow\n  T-mo on the floor, out the door lets go\n  Keep it on the hush, don't wanna rush when your ready\n  We can touch some G's, and blow trees in the wind\n  With a zip, I'm there, telling tales, out on bail\n  SWAT's tales of rolling boulders and breaking shoulders\n  Taking me closer to a poacher with that roll line\n  Shawty cause I'm down for mine\n\n  Hook\n\n  (Cee-Lo)\n  We at the club 112 on the front row\n  Shawty done shot the Cuervo\n  Even though she dancing with another niggeroe\n  Somewhere out on the floor\n  She told me Lo snap your finger when your ready to go\n  So you know I feel great, I can hardly wait\n  Hit the Waffle House and get a chicken-melt plate\n  Scrambled Eggs with cheese, and a pile of grease\n  And get full as a tick bout' ready to drip\n  And oh for trilly shawty don't be silly\n  Calm your nerves cause I'm back on that Philly\n  Cheifed like a champ, and everything is good\n  I got to much class, and I'll take you to school\n  I wanna act a fool, but I'm waiting patiently\n  It ain't good if it ain't been mentioned with me\n  And if your number fuck around and get hard to find\n  All I really wanna be is a thought in your mind\n\n  Hook\n\n  (Big Gipp)\n  Can I take you home\n  You grown, sip a tea, nice feet\n  Eyes fly too, saw you when you came through\n  By yourself girl, no crew\n  Can I hold you, can I show you\n  Everything in life, that I've been through\n  We can roll in the hills in my big wheel\n  98 Lank Lank with the Stank Stank\n  These lights, this night, my dream, your screams\n  Silk sheets, we meet, what you need a ride, I got Fleet's\n  Leather seats with the woodgrain head back\n  When I drop it like that, baby don't act\n  How many times do I say that I want your love\n  Lets dip this club\n\n  Hook\n\n  (Khujo)\n  God led me to The Shark Bar\n  On a Wednesday, with the dreads\n  White derby, looking delicious, good enough to eat\n  And what do I see, staring at me\n  A nice pair of eyes, coke bottle figure, wig, done to a T\n  Dressed in gangsta black, ready to be attacked by a real mack\n  Playing hard to get it, so I dips upstairs\n  How long will it take for my earrings to withdrawl\n  You is such a cold and lonely heart, I'll make you warm again\n  But it was something different about you though\n  You didn't ask for no autograph or swarm\n  All you needed was a hug\n  We being snug like fingers in the glove\n  8th grade was the last time a nigga was in love\n\n  Hook\n"}]