[{"id":9407812,"name":"The Get Down","trackName":"The Get Down","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Firewater","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Alkaholiks\nGet it right\nAlkaholiks!\n\n[Chorus x4: female voice]\nYou gotta get up to get down\n\n[J-Ro]\nCars, I drive so laid back\nIn my glass house bumpin \"Big Payback\"\nJames, that's my name don't wear it out\nAll these ladies wanna know my whereabouts\nWomen, I love e'rything about 'em\nYou cain't live with 'em, cain't live without 'em\nDogs, I like 'em big mean and vicious\nWhen I tell 'em get you, you gon' need some stitches\nHip-Hop, I been doin it for years\nSpent a lot of time drinkin too many beers\nClubs, man I'm always on the guest list\nAnd I don't even have to dress up my best-est\nShoes, man I have so many pairs\nFrom Timbos to kroker sacs and Nike Airs\nGuns, I really don't carry\nBut I gotta lotta homies that would love to see you buried\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Tash]\nAiyyo my style ain't never switch I serve hook to hook\nI'm still an Alkie in my ways, I never shook the look\nYou can see it in my face, I'm here to cook the rooks\nPromoters lookin at me funny like they booked a crook\nSheeeit, I'm over here with Clipper chippers\nWith a gang of strippers downin these liquid mixtures\nIf my money make you sick, then I hope you feel better\nI'ma grab me a bitch and slap some tailfeathers\nY'all niggaz can't even spell clever\nWhile I take my time and write from the heart like jail letters\nThe ice might fool you from the wrist to the necklace\nBut if you out there talkin shit you on a reckless nigga's checklist\nThis the West, where Deebo lives\nWhere chicks run around claimin these is Rico's kids\nUh-uh, cause everybody wants somethin from me\nThe niggaz want my style and the bitches want my money\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[E-Swift]\nI'm a wax carnivore\nEat beats like meat, hope you like it raw\nFuck it, I'm the next Curtis Shaw\nmixed with Marley Marl y'all heard thus far\nSpar with the track, so my wind's up to par\nKnow a few Alkies, got friends at the bar\nGet the club jumpin like the pumps on my car\nFront and back like the strippers that star\nDaaaaamn, or like six-deuces on the 'Shaw\nMight tap your jaw like {?} if we brawl\nAnd I ain't even battlin y'all\nI ride the tracks that the others just straddle and fall\nPlatinum plaques, I got stacks this tall\nLooks like I got Baby's teeth on my wall\nI'm +Hot Boy+, my whole click sick like SARS\nWe roll through and plug chicks like a pause\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Get Down\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Alkaholiks\n  Get it right\n  Alkaholiks!\n\n  [Chorus x4: female voice]\n  You gotta get up to get down\n\n  [J-Ro]\n  Cars, I drive so laid back\n  In my glass house bumpin \"Big Payback\"\n  James, that's my name don't wear it out\n  All these ladies wanna know my whereabouts\n  Women, I love e'rything about 'em\n  You cain't live with 'em, cain't live without 'em\n  Dogs, I like 'em big mean and vicious\n  When I tell 'em get you, you gon' need some stitches\n  Hip-Hop, I been doin it for years\n  Spent a lot of time drinkin too many beers\n  Clubs, man I'm always on the guest list\n  And I don't even have to dress up my best-est\n  Shoes, man I have so many pairs\n  From Timbos to kroker sacs and Nike Airs\n  Guns, I really don't carry\n  But I gotta lotta homies that would love to see you buried\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Tash]\n  Aiyyo my style ain't never switch I serve hook to hook\n  I'm still an Alkie in my ways, I never shook the look\n  You can see it in my face, I'm here to cook the rooks\n  Promoters lookin at me funny like they booked a crook\n  Sheeeit, I'm over here with Clipper chippers\n  With a gang of strippers downin these liquid mixtures\n  If my money make you sick, then I hope you feel better\n  I'ma grab me a bitch and slap some tailfeathers\n  Y'all niggaz can't even spell clever\n  While I take my time and write from the heart like jail letters\n  The ice might fool you from the wrist to the necklace\n  But if you out there talkin shit you on a reckless nigga's checklist\n  This the West, where Deebo lives\n  Where chicks run around claimin these is Rico's kids\n  Uh-uh, cause everybody wants somethin from me\n  The niggaz want my style and the bitches want my money\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [E-Swift]\n  I'm a wax carnivore\n  Eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw\n  Fuck it, I'm the next Curtis Shaw\n  mixed with Marley Marl y'all heard thus far\n  Spar with the track, so my wind's up to par\n  Know a few Alkies, got friends at the bar\n  Get the club jumpin like the pumps on my car\n  Front and back like the strippers that star\n  Daaaaamn, or like six-deuces on the 'Shaw\n  Might tap your jaw like {?} if we brawl\n  And I ain't even battlin y'all\n  I ride the tracks that the others just straddle and fall\n  Platinum plaques, I got stacks this tall\n  Looks like I got Baby's teeth on my wall\n  I'm +Hot Boy+, my whole click sick like SARS\n  We roll through and plug chicks like a pause\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"}]