[{"id":5812337,"name":"Tryin 2 Do Something","trackName":"Tryin 2 Do Something","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies\nAnd uh, that mean you trying to do something\nI'm trying to do something, y'all hear that\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nMaybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\nGot these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\nI'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\nScreaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\nRelax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\nCome close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\nWork it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\nCristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n\nI want you to open your legs as wide as you could\nSo I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\nUp and down like a roller coaster\nFrom your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\nI ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps\n9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps\nCrispy clean, no strings attached\nLittle bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nI heard you want a romance\nWon't you lay up there and give me the chance\nI ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced\nI'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing\nAnd the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something\nNow I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve\nOn top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve\nI'm pitching, 'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home\n\nAnd prove that I flip other things besides ounce\nTell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome\nHe leaving with things, he get it on, get it on\nYou cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me\nPlease use ingenuity when you doing me\nDamn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes\nPretty legs but knees gone get bruised\nThere's no one gonna get used nigga [Incomprehensible]\nStraight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nBack stage at the concerts peepin'\nYou wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin'\nFar from home, destination unknown, rock bone\nHotel booked and I don't wanna be alone\nMaybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song\nCamouflage love all night making me moan\nThug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion\nRun and tell your girls about your night with the assassin\n\nI'm here tonight and the vibe is right\nRed and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight\nBut tomorrow's my flight, and I'll be outta your sight\nTake my address down so you can write\nBut for now let's do something\nFuck the frontin' and the talking my dogs just about barkin'\nTake your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on\nAnd go to the war with me Pager number's on the desk\nHit me when you trying to do something\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.04] Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies\n[00:06.33] And uh, that mean you trying to do something\n[00:08.50] I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that\n[00:10.09] Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n[00:11.29] Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n[00:12.66] If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n[00:14.36] I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n[00:16.24] Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n[00:18.05] Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n[00:19.25] If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n[00:20.32] I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n[00:21.67] Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\n[00:23.08] Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\n[00:25.20] I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\n[00:27.34] Screaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\n[00:31.70] Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\n[00:32.97] Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\n[00:34.76] Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\n[00:38.57] Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n[00:39.77] I want you to open your legs as wide as you could\n[00:41.53] So I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\n[00:44.20] Up and down like a roller coaster\n[00:45.53] From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\n[00:48.40] I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps\n[00:49.62] 9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps\n[00:51.13] Crispy clean, no strings attached\n[00:52.94] Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you 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'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home\n[01:21.25] And prove that I flip other things besides ounce\n[01:22.44] Tell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome\n[01:24.70] He leaving with things, he get it on, get it on\n[01:27.66] You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me\n[01:28.71] Please use ingenuity when you doing me\n[01:31.07] Damn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes\n[01:33.23] Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised\n[01:34.88] There's no one gonna get used nigga [Incomprehensible]\n[01:36.81] Straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something\n[01:38.34] Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n[01:39.72] Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n[01:41.01] If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n[01:42.26] I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n[01:43.56] Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n[01:44.75] Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n[01:45.91] If 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on\n[02:16.11] And go to the war with me Pager number's on the desk\n[02:17.18] Hit me when you trying to do something\n[02:18.51] Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n[02:20.52] Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n[02:21.64] If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n[02:22.74] I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n[02:23.91] Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n[02:25.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tryin 2 Do Something\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies\n  start_ms: 3040\n  end_ms: 6330\n- text: And uh, that mean you trying to do something\n  start_ms: 6330\n  end_ms: 8500\n- text: I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that\n  start_ms: 8500\n  end_ms: 10090\n- text: Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  start_ms: 10090\n  end_ms: 11290\n- text: Make me wanna be real and make 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ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\n  Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\n  I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\n  Screaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\n  Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\n  Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\n  Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\n  Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n\n  I want you to open your legs as wide as you could\n  So I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\n  Up and down like a roller coaster\n  From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\n  I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps\n  9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps\n  Crispy clean, no strings attached\n  Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  I heard you want a romance\n  Won't you lay up there and give me the chance\n  I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced\n  I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing\n  And the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something\n  Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve\n  On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve\n  I'm pitching, 'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home\n\n  And prove that I flip other things besides ounce\n  Tell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome\n  He leaving with things, he get it on, get it on\n  You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me\n  Please use ingenuity when you doing me\n  Damn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes\n  Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised\n  There's no one gonna get used nigga [Incomprehensible]\n  Straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Back stage at the concerts peepin'\n  You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin'\n  Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone\n  Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone\n  Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song\n  Camouflage love all night making me moan\n  Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off 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Anniversary","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies\nAnd uh, that mean you trying to do something\nI'm trying to do something, y'all hear that\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nMaybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\nGot these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\nI'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\nScreaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\nRelax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\nCome close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\nWork it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\nCristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n\nI want you to open your legs as wide as you could\nSo I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\nUp and down like a roller coaster\nFrom your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\nI ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps\n9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps\nCrispy clean, no strings attached\nLittle bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nI heard you want a romance\nWon't you lay up there and give me the chance\nI ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced\nI'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing\nAnd the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something\nNow I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve\nOn top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve\nI'm pitching, 'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home\n\nAnd prove that I flip other things besides ounce\nTell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome\nHe leaving with things, he get it on, get it on\nYou cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me\nPlease use ingenuity when you doing me\nDamn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes\nPretty legs but knees gone get bruised\nThere's no one gonna get used nigga [Incomprehensible]\nStraight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I 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you trying to do something\nI'm trying to do something, y'all hear that\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nMaybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\nGot these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\nI'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\nScreaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\nRelax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\nCome close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\nWork it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\nCristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n\nI want you to open your legs as wide as you could\nSo I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\nUp and down like a roller coaster\nFrom your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\nI ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps\n9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps\nCrispy clean, no strings attached\nLittle bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nI heard you want a romance\nWon't you lay up there and give me the chance\nI ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced\nI'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing\nAnd the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something\nNow I done had a little herb, now I done build 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be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nMaybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\nGot these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\nI'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\nScreaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\nRelax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\nCome close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\nWork it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\nCristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n\nI want you to open your legs as wide as you could\nSo I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\nUp and down like a roller coaster\nFrom your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\nI ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got 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knees gone get bruised\nThere's no one gonna get used nigga Straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\nBack stage at the concerts peepin'\nYou wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin'\nFar from home, destination unknown, rock bone\nHotel booked and I don't wanna be alone\nMaybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song\nCamouflage love all night making me moan\nThug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion\nRun and tell your girls about your night with the assassin\n\nI'm here tonight and the vibe is right\nRed and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight\nBut tomorrow's my flight, and I'll be outta your sight\nTake my address down so you can write\nBut for now let's do something\nFuck the frontin' and the talking my dogs just about barkin'\nTake your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on\nAnd go to the war with me Pager number's on the desk\nHit me when you trying to do something\n\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share\nMake me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\nIf I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\nI'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\nSay black, the eye contact that you and I share","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: tryin' 2 do something (feat. fiend, mac & mo b.dick)\n  artist: master p\n  album: ghetto d\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies\n  And uh, that mean you trying to do something\n  I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\n  Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\n  I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\n  Screaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\n  Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\n  Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\n  Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\n  Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n\n  I want you to open your legs as wide as you could\n  So I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\n  Up and down like a roller coaster\n  From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\n  I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps\n  9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps\n  Crispy clean, no strings attached\n  Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  I heard you want a romance\n  Won't you lay up there and give me the chance\n  I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced\n  I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing\n  And the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something\n  Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve\n  On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve\n  I'm pitching, 'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home\n\n  And prove that I flip other things besides ounce\n  Tell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome\n  He leaving with things, he get it on, get it on\n  You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me\n  Please use ingenuity when you doing me\n  Damn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes\n  Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised\n  There's no one gonna get used nigga Straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with 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Dick)\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D [10th Anniversary Edition]\n  duration_ms: 203973\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies\n  And uh, that mean you trying to do something\n  I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P\n  Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me\n  I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated\n  Screaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it\n  Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger\n  Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya\n  Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck\n  Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex\n\n  I want you to open your legs as wide as you could\n  So I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood\n  Up and down like a roller coaster\n  From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya\n  I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps\n  9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps\n  Crispy clean, no strings attached\n  Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  I heard you want a romance\n  Won't you lay up there and give me the chance\n  I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced\n  I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing\n  And the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something\n  Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve\n  On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve\n  I'm pitching, 'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home\n\n  And prove that I flip other things besides ounce\n  Tell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome\n  He leaving with things, he get it on, get it on\n  You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me\n  Please use ingenuity when you doing me\n  Damn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes\n  Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised\n  There's no one gonna get used nigga Straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n\n  Back stage at the concerts peepin'\n  You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin'\n  Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone\n  Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone\n  Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song\n  Camouflage love all night making me moan\n  Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion\n  Run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin\n\n  I'm here tonight and the vibe is right\n  Red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight\n  But tomorrow's my flight, and I'll be outta your sight\n  Take my address down so you can write\n  But for now let's do something\n  Fuck the frontin' and the talking my dogs just about barkin'\n  Take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on\n  And go to the war with me Pager number's on the desk\n  Hit me when you trying to do something\n\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n  Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear\n  If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'\n  I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something\n  Say black, the eye contact that you and I share\n"}]