[{"id":33479369,"name":"Get Down","trackName":"Get Down","artistName":"Ill Al Skratch","albumName":"Keep It Movin`","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Get down, get down\nGet down, get down\n\nYo, shiver me timbers and blow me down\nNiggas and them, but that know me now\nGet adjusted to the rusted sound that's built sturdy\nWatch the birdie, I'm gettin' looks that's dirty\nFrom niggas don't like me, they wanna fight me\n'Cause they know that I'm cool with they wifey\nWho's that puffin' on the indo? Al\nNiggas know my motherfuckin' style\nGet off my block, beat it, I rock weeded\nI'll make your knock needed (But) niggas think I'm hot, heated\nBut I lay back and remain cool\nWhat's your name nigga? What's your name fool?\n\nYeah, Big Ill, even if I'm lifted\nFeet stay planted on the ground, so let's get on down\nYeah, niggas mad 'cause they know the style matches\nI drink brew by the batches, down the hatches\nSpark up the skunk that'll bend you in half\nNever drunk off the genuine draught, yeah\nI be the nigga drinkin' Guinness brews\nNot the other side of town rockin' khakis and tennis shoes\nSixteen carat shot, drop-top chariot\nPuttin' heads to bed like the Marriott\nRockin' coats by North Face and Yves Saint Laurent\nLoc so move your bloodclot groins though\nYou're just a look-alike imposter, hasta la vista\nBaby, nigga is you crazy?\nBotchin' boy, you bumba, move wit' your clique\n'Cause ain't no love trick, yeah\n\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get-get down\n\nSay what? I rock a bop when I walk, partner\nThe Dapper Don, what, not Buju Banton\nBut move your body, body, I gets dumb nice\nRocks like the Himalayas when it come to ice\nIn this game, it's real, pack a .45 stainless steel\nBet the figure like Tommy Hill\nTry to bite my look, try to bite my skill\nPunks be frontin' like they ill, yeah\n\nWord, knock nigga, knock, but you can't get in\nNot by the hairs on your chinny chin chin\nKnick-knack, paddywack, give a nigga room\nSoon as I take two pulls off the boom bang\nDoin' my thang, niggas I'm roastin'\nLaid back in the cut, just coastin'\nAl's tracks be the sounds in your whip, hop\nWhen my shit drop, niggas be on the dick top\nAnd it don't stop, I got the green\nPlus I'm livin' on top of things\nNow everybody wanna sound melodic\nI wonder where they got it, guess they on my dick\nBut I walks on the sky like Luke\nYou think I'm a fluke? C'mon duke\nCheck the sounds from the Brooklyn uptown\nAnd get down, get down\n\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get-get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get-get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get-get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get-get down\n\nGet down, get down\nGet down, get down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down\n  artist: Ill Al Skratch\n  album: Keep It Movin`\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n\n  Yo, shiver me timbers and blow me down\n  Niggas and them, but that know me now\n  Get adjusted to the rusted sound that's built sturdy\n  Watch the birdie, I'm gettin' looks that's dirty\n  From niggas don't like me, they wanna fight me\n  'Cause they know that I'm cool with they wifey\n  Who's that puffin' on the indo? Al\n  Niggas know my motherfuckin' style\n  Get off my block, beat it, I rock weeded\n  I'll make your knock needed (But) niggas think I'm hot, heated\n  But I lay back and remain cool\n  What's your name nigga? What's your name fool?\n\n  Yeah, Big Ill, even if I'm lifted\n  Feet stay planted on the ground, so let's get on down\n  Yeah, niggas mad 'cause they know the style matches\n  I drink brew by the batches, down the hatches\n  Spark up the skunk that'll bend you in half\n  Never drunk off the genuine draught, yeah\n  I be the nigga drinkin' Guinness brews\n  Not the other side of town rockin' khakis and tennis shoes\n  Sixteen carat shot, drop-top chariot\n  Puttin' heads to bed like the Marriott\n  Rockin' coats by North Face and Yves Saint Laurent\n  Loc so move your bloodclot groins though\n  You're just a look-alike imposter, hasta la vista\n  Baby, nigga is you crazy?\n  Botchin' boy, you bumba, move wit' your clique\n  'Cause ain't no love trick, yeah\n\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get-get down\n\n  Say what? I rock a bop when I walk, partner\n  The Dapper Don, what, not Buju Banton\n  But move your body, body, I gets dumb nice\n  Rocks like the Himalayas when it come to ice\n  In this game, it's real, pack a .45 stainless steel\n  Bet the figure like Tommy Hill\n  Try to bite my look, try to bite my skill\n  Punks be frontin' like they ill, yeah\n\n  Word, knock nigga, knock, but you can't get in\n  Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin\n  Knick-knack, paddywack, give a nigga room\n  Soon as I take two pulls off the boom bang\n  Doin' my thang, niggas I'm roastin'\n  Laid back in the cut, just coastin'\n  Al's tracks be the sounds in your whip, hop\n  When my shit drop, niggas be on the dick top\n  And it don't stop, I got the green\n  Plus I'm livin' on top of things\n  Now everybody wanna sound melodic\n  I wonder where they got it, guess they on my dick\n  But I walks on the sky like Luke\n  You think I'm a fluke? C'mon duke\n  Check the sounds from the Brooklyn uptown\n  And get down, get down\n\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get-get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get-get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get-get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get-get down\n\n  Get down, get down\n  Get down, get down\n"}]