[{"id":32992709,"name":"Frontline","trackName":"Frontline","artistName":"Yaggfu Front","albumName":"Action Packed Adventure! The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yes, thank you, thank you, thank you\nThat was another one of my favorite tunes that I like to do\nThank you, thank you for that tip, darling, thanks\nYou know, I'd like to play another one of my favorite songs\nThat I'm sure all you guys and gals out there remember\nKnow and love, I remember when I used to be in love\nAnd I hope this song inspires you to\nGet that same type of feeling like that right about now\n\nBally boots, cashmere suits\nSintel cellular, yoga fat caboose\nSlide so smooth, a voice so slick\nAnd all the fine young ladies love his clothes\nHe supposes a rose will impress\nHe's schemin' for a way to get under her skin\nSo he begins to try to impress\nPulls out a knife, show him your breasts\nPuts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up\nWhatever the lady had, please refill her cup\nBaby, what's your sign? Where you from? What you doin'?\nBut what he really means is, \"Let's commence to screwin'\"\nNow why bother with frivolity?\nOver in the corner, I saw you eyeballin' me\nYou're nothin' but a sniper shootin' down men\nBut when I saw you starin' at me, I knew I was goin' to win\nThe big prize behind door number two\nThe legs are one and three, what you wanna do?\nLet's make a deal, 'cause you know that I'm paid\nAll I wanna do is get a little, little close to you\nNot a little closer, mmm-mmm, let me gain my composure\nWhat's your name? Can I call you that?\nSince I'm rollin' fat, can I take you back to the flat?\nWhere I reside, when I leave, I want you right at my side\nAll this work, since she leaves him the place\nOn this guy's arm and a smile on her face\nOnly thinkin' 'bout the money that he makes\nDroppin' lingerie at the bar for some papes\nWhy do girls fall for the glitz and the glamor?\nGotta be flashy to pull a bunch of stunts\nThen a thought hit me, just like the hemp\nGirls judge a man by the way that he fronts\n\nOh, man\nThat's how it is on the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\n\nCome up to the front, smokin' doobie blunts\nPullin' crazy stunts to get what you want\nYes, I gotta say electric crack to be exact\nGot a fifty G car, so of course I mack\nCruise up to the bridge, chillin' cakalaka\nIf I have some shit, my boys are my back-up\nHalf gold fronts and marabona round my neck\nDon't worry about the deadly 'cause I get a daily check\nShackin' at the Hilton, lampin' in the Sheraton\nIf the night is good, I stay up in the Radisson\nReserve a room for two, but surely I would do\nThe honey dip, but she doesn't have a clue\nDodged the boys in blue, sometimes I pay them off\nHad trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North\nPage me by my pager if there's somethin' major\nWhere the shit I gave you, you surely get your wager\nAnd if you come up short, I'll smack you with my fist\nIn front of your girl, in front of your\nMouth, fuck up, you won't be missed\nDon't let me hear you riff, you just might end up stiff\nYou just might end up stiff and no, that's not a myth\nI wish I could get out the tricks of the trade\nAnd work for Uncle Sam, gimme green eggs and ham\nSo I'ma get mine, my pickup's at nine\nWanna hold a twenty? Oh, you'll be fine on the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\n\nCome up to the club lookin' fly as birds\nCheckin' out the scene, lookin' for some curves\nMoonlight kiss my car, shines with a gleam\nGotta be phat when I go and do my thing\nI'm puttin' on my chains, puttin' on my beeper\nEven though I have no service, yo, I look sweeter\nFive-star rims, ridin' kinda low\nGivin' the impression of a well-paid pro\nGot a lot of boys hangin' on the corner\nBut yo, that's not my style 'cause I'm not Jack Horner\nGot a nine-to-five, but hey, you don't know\nMy impression's otherwise 'cause it makes the girls glow\nThinkin' that I'm rich from the game of illegal fame\nGot a lot of dap from the boys who believe the same\nCouldn't tell you why I live this little lie\nTryin' to be down, scramblin' on the sly\nBet you it's frontin', bet you it's kinda fun\nHangin' with the girls and the good times\nBoy, it's big fun when you're hangin' on the front\nOn the front, on the front, when you're on the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nUptown, is you with me?\nD.C., is you with me?\nP.A., are you with me?\nN.C., are you with me?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Frontline\n  artist: Yaggfu Front\n  album: Action Packed Adventure! The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah yes, thank you, thank you, thank you\n  That was another one of my favorite tunes that I like to do\n  Thank you, thank you for that tip, darling, thanks\n  You know, I'd like to play another one of my favorite songs\n  That I'm sure all you guys and gals out there remember\n  Know and love, I remember when I used to be in love\n  And I hope this song inspires you to\n  Get that same type of feeling like that right about now\n\n  Bally boots, cashmere suits\n  Sintel cellular, yoga fat caboose\n  Slide so smooth, a voice so slick\n  And all the fine young ladies love his clothes\n  He supposes a rose will impress\n  He's schemin' for a way to get under her skin\n  So he begins to try to impress\n  Pulls out a knife, show him your breasts\n  Puts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up\n  Whatever the lady had, please refill her cup\n  Baby, what's your sign? Where you from? What you doin'?\n  But what he really means is, \"Let's commence to screwin'\"\n  Now why bother with frivolity?\n  Over in the corner, I saw you eyeballin' me\n  You're nothin' but a sniper shootin' down men\n  But when I saw you starin' at me, I knew I was goin' to win\n  The big prize behind door number two\n  The legs are one and three, what you wanna do?\n  Let's make a deal, 'cause you know that I'm paid\n  All I wanna do is get a little, little close to you\n  Not a little closer, mmm-mmm, let me gain my composure\n  What's your name? Can I call you that?\n  Since I'm rollin' fat, can I take you back to the flat?\n  Where I reside, when I leave, I want you right at my side\n  All this work, since she leaves him the place\n  On this guy's arm and a smile on her face\n  Only thinkin' 'bout the money that he makes\n  Droppin' lingerie at the bar for some papes\n  Why do girls fall for the glitz and the glamor?\n  Gotta be flashy to pull a bunch of stunts\n  Then a thought hit me, just like the hemp\n  Girls judge a man by the way that he fronts\n\n  Oh, man\n  That's how it is on the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n\n  Come up to the front, smokin' doobie blunts\n  Pullin' crazy stunts to get what you want\n  Yes, I gotta say electric crack to be exact\n  Got a fifty G car, so of course I mack\n  Cruise up to the bridge, chillin' cakalaka\n  If I have some shit, my boys are my back-up\n  Half gold fronts and marabona round my neck\n  Don't worry about the deadly 'cause I get a daily check\n  Shackin' at the Hilton, lampin' in the Sheraton\n  If the night is good, I stay up in the Radisson\n  Reserve a room for two, but surely I would do\n  The honey dip, but she doesn't have a clue\n  Dodged the boys in blue, sometimes I pay them off\n  Had trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North\n  Page me by my pager if there's somethin' major\n  Where the shit I gave you, you surely get your wager\n  And if you come up short, I'll smack you with my fist\n  In front of your girl, in front of your\n  Mouth, fuck up, you won't be missed\n  Don't let me hear you riff, you just might end up stiff\n  You just might end up stiff and no, that's not a myth\n  I wish I could get out the tricks of the trade\n  And work for Uncle Sam, gimme green eggs and ham\n  So I'ma get mine, my pickup's at nine\n  Wanna hold a twenty? Oh, you'll be fine on the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n\n  Come up to the club lookin' fly as birds\n  Checkin' out the scene, lookin' for some curves\n  Moonlight kiss my car, shines with a gleam\n  Gotta be phat when I go and do my thing\n  I'm puttin' on my chains, puttin' on my beeper\n  Even though I have no service, yo, I look sweeter\n  Five-star rims, ridin' kinda low\n  Givin' the impression of a well-paid pro\n  Got a lot of boys hangin' on the corner\n  But yo, that's not my style 'cause I'm not Jack Horner\n  Got a nine-to-five, but hey, you don't know\n  My impression's otherwise 'cause it makes the girls glow\n  Thinkin' that I'm rich from the game of illegal fame\n  Got a lot of dap from the boys who believe the same\n  Couldn't tell you why I live this little lie\n  Tryin' to be down, scramblin' on the sly\n  Bet you it's frontin', bet you it's kinda fun\n  Hangin' with the girls and the good times\n  Boy, it's big fun when you're hangin' on the front\n  On the front, on the front, when you're on the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  Uptown, is you with me?\n  D.C., is you with me?\n  P.A., are you with me?\n  N.C., are you with me?\n"},{"id":28975576,"name":"Frontline","trackName":"Frontline","artistName":"Yaggfu Front","albumName":"Action Packed Adventure!","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yes, thank you, thank you, thank you\nThat was another one of my favorite tunes that I like to do\nThank you, thank you for that tip, darling, thanks\nYou know, I'd like to play another one of my favorite songs\nThat I'm sure all you guys and gals out there remember\nKnow and love, I remember when I used to be in love\nAnd I hope this song inspires you to\nGet that same type of feeling like that right about now\n\nBally boots, cashmere suits\nSintel cellular, yoga fat caboose\nSlide so smooth, a voice so slick\nAnd all the fine young ladies love his clothes\nHe supposes a rose will impress\nHe's schemin' for a way to get under her skin\nSo he begins to try to impress\nPulls out a knife, show him your breasts\nPuts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up\nWhatever the lady had, please refill her cup\nBaby, what's your sign? Where you from? What you doin'?\nBut what he really means is, \"Let's commence to screwin'\"\nNow why bother with frivolity?\nOver in the corner, I saw you eyeballin' me\nYou're nothin' but a sniper shootin' down men\nBut when I saw you starin' at me, I knew I was goin' to win\nThe big prize behind door number two\nThe legs are one and three, what you wanna do?\nLet's make a deal, 'cause you know that I'm paid\nAll I wanna do is get a little, little close to you\nNot a little closer, mmm-mmm, let me gain my composure\nWhat's your name? Can I call you that?\nSince I'm rollin' fat, can I take you back to the flat?\nWhere I reside, when I leave, I want you right at my side\nAll this work, since she leaves him the place\nOn this guy's arm and a smile on her face\nOnly thinkin' 'bout the money that he makes\nDroppin' lingerie at the bar for some papes\nWhy do girls fall for the glitz and the glamor?\nGotta be flashy to pull a bunch of stunts\nThen a thought hit me, just like the hemp\nGirls judge a man by the way that he fronts\n\nOh, man\nThat's how it is on the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\n\nCome up to the front, smokin' doobie blunts\nPullin' crazy stunts to get what you want\nYes, I gotta say electric crack to be exact\nGot a fifty G car, so of course I mack\nCruise up to the bridge, chillin' cakalaka\nIf I have some shit, my boys are my back-up\nHalf gold fronts and marabona round my neck\nDon't worry about the deadly 'cause I get a daily check\nShackin' at the Hilton, lampin' in the Sheraton\nIf the night is good, I stay up in the Radisson\nReserve a room for two, but surely I would do\nThe honey dip, but she doesn't have a clue\nDodged the boys in blue, sometimes I pay them off\nHad trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North\nPage me by my pager if there's somethin' major\nWhere the shit I gave you, you surely get your wager\nAnd if you come up short, I'll smack you with my fist\nIn front of your girl, in front of your\nMouth, fuck up, you won't be missed\nDon't let me hear you riff, you just might end up stiff\nYou just might end up stiff and no, that's not a myth\nI wish I could get out the tricks of the trade\nAnd work for Uncle Sam, gimme green eggs and ham\nSo I'ma get mine, my pickup's at nine\nWanna hold a twenty? Oh, you'll be fine on the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\n\nCome up to the club lookin' fly as birds\nCheckin' out the scene, lookin' for some curves\nMoonlight kiss my car, shines with a gleam\nGotta be phat when I go and do my thing\nI'm puttin' on my chains, puttin' on my beeper\nEven though I have no service, yo, I look sweeter\nFive-star rims, ridin' kinda low\nGivin' the impression of a well-paid pro\nGot a lot of boys hangin' on the corner\nBut yo, that's not my style 'cause I'm not Jack Horner\nGot a nine-to-five, but hey, you don't know\nMy impression's otherwise 'cause it makes the girls glow\nThinkin' that I'm rich from the game of illegal fame\nGot a lot of dap from the boys who believe the same\nCouldn't tell you why I live this little lie\nTryin' to be down, scramblin' on the sly\nBet you it's frontin', bet you it's kinda fun\nHangin' with the girls and the good times\nBoy, it's big fun when you're hangin' on the front\nOn the front, on the front, when you're on the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\n\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nThe front line, the front line\nUptown, is you with me?\nD.C., is you with me?\nP.A., are you with me?\nN.C., are you with me?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Frontline\n  artist: Yaggfu Front\n  album: Action Packed Adventure!\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah yes, thank you, thank you, thank you\n  That was another one of my favorite tunes that I like to do\n  Thank you, thank you for that tip, darling, thanks\n  You know, I'd like to play another one of my favorite songs\n  That I'm sure all you guys and gals out there remember\n  Know and love, I remember when I used to be in love\n  And I hope this song inspires you to\n  Get that same type of feeling like that right about now\n\n  Bally boots, cashmere suits\n  Sintel cellular, yoga fat caboose\n  Slide so smooth, a voice so slick\n  And all the fine young ladies love his clothes\n  He supposes a rose will impress\n  He's schemin' for a way to get under her skin\n  So he begins to try to impress\n  Pulls out a knife, show him your breasts\n  Puts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up\n  Whatever the lady had, please refill her cup\n  Baby, what's your sign? Where you from? What you doin'?\n  But what he really means is, \"Let's commence to screwin'\"\n  Now why bother with frivolity?\n  Over in the corner, I saw you eyeballin' me\n  You're nothin' but a sniper shootin' down men\n  But when I saw you starin' at me, I knew I was goin' to win\n  The big prize behind door number two\n  The legs are one and three, what you wanna do?\n  Let's make a deal, 'cause you know that I'm paid\n  All I wanna do is get a little, little close to you\n  Not a little closer, mmm-mmm, let me gain my composure\n  What's your name? Can I call you that?\n  Since I'm rollin' fat, can I take you back to the flat?\n  Where I reside, when I leave, I want you right at my side\n  All this work, since she leaves him the place\n  On this guy's arm and a smile on her face\n  Only thinkin' 'bout the money that he makes\n  Droppin' lingerie at the bar for some papes\n  Why do girls fall for the glitz and the glamor?\n  Gotta be flashy to pull a bunch of stunts\n  Then a thought hit me, just like the hemp\n  Girls judge a man by the way that he fronts\n\n  Oh, man\n  That's how it is on the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n\n  Come up to the front, smokin' doobie blunts\n  Pullin' crazy stunts to get what you want\n  Yes, I gotta say electric crack to be exact\n  Got a fifty G car, so of course I mack\n  Cruise up to the bridge, chillin' cakalaka\n  If I have some shit, my boys are my back-up\n  Half gold fronts and marabona round my neck\n  Don't worry about the deadly 'cause I get a daily check\n  Shackin' at the Hilton, lampin' in the Sheraton\n  If the night is good, I stay up in the Radisson\n  Reserve a room for two, but surely I would do\n  The honey dip, but she doesn't have a clue\n  Dodged the boys in blue, sometimes I pay them off\n  Had trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North\n  Page me by my pager if there's somethin' major\n  Where the shit I gave you, you surely get your wager\n  And if you come up short, I'll smack you with my fist\n  In front of your girl, in front of your\n  Mouth, fuck up, you won't be missed\n  Don't let me hear you riff, you just might end up stiff\n  You just might end up stiff and no, that's not a myth\n  I wish I could get out the tricks of the trade\n  And work for Uncle Sam, gimme green eggs and ham\n  So I'ma get mine, my pickup's at nine\n  Wanna hold a twenty? Oh, you'll be fine on the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n\n  Come up to the club lookin' fly as birds\n  Checkin' out the scene, lookin' for some curves\n  Moonlight kiss my car, shines with a gleam\n  Gotta be phat when I go and do my thing\n  I'm puttin' on my chains, puttin' on my beeper\n  Even though I have no service, yo, I look sweeter\n  Five-star rims, ridin' kinda low\n  Givin' the impression of a well-paid pro\n  Got a lot of boys hangin' on the corner\n  But yo, that's not my style 'cause I'm not Jack Horner\n  Got a nine-to-five, but hey, you don't know\n  My impression's otherwise 'cause it makes the girls glow\n  Thinkin' that I'm rich from the game of illegal fame\n  Got a lot of dap from the boys who believe the same\n  Couldn't tell you why I live this little lie\n  Tryin' to be down, scramblin' on the sly\n  Bet you it's frontin', bet you it's kinda fun\n  Hangin' with the girls and the good times\n  Boy, it's big fun when you're hangin' on the front\n  On the front, on the front, when you're on the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  The front line, the front line\n  Uptown, is you with me?\n  D.C., is you with me?\n  P.A., are you with me?\n  N.C., are you with me?\n"}]