Booo

Ms. Dynamite inside the place Listen to the Dynamite Ms. Dynamite, Ms. Dynamite, Ms. Dynamite inside the place Oh, with the Sticky And you know that and you know we gon' get them crowd hype And you know that and you know we gon' get them crowd hype And you know that and you know we gon' get them crowd hyper Hyper, hy, hy, hyper inside the place, hyper inside the place Hy, hy, hyper and we tell them, we tell dem Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum I fight on my tongue like you not want some Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum I fight on my tongue like you not want some Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine Feel the bad gyal bass Feel the bad gyal bass injection Here's the DJ wid the boom selection This ones psychotic it should be sectioned It's the rage insane wen I feel no pain Excuse while I get into your brain Let the bass vibrate them veins Go fuck up like it was cocaine whats my name... Dib e dibbie dy-na-mi-tie 2 get the people get them lively, lively Lively, lively En den we shout booooo inna yo ed Lyrical shot, get up I sed Gotta do a song, dat everybody shud make Da gunman run en call friends I says Den we shout booo inna yo ed Lyrical shot, get up I sed Gottaa do a song dat everybody shud make Da gunman run en call friends I says Gettaa widda little bitta base an drum Hear nah ya so fuck da poor en fuck da gun Becuzza back in da day woz all about fun Tekin ya bak on ma lyrical tongues My only weapon, fucked hard up at fills A thrill, no cost don't kill Yeh stan still I'mma lick ya widda vibe datch you can feel Becuz itz not about da bad attitudes An its not about da bad vibes No matta who you r an no matta wat ya do U can get sum ova natural high It's not about a dem attitudes It's not about dem bad vibes No matta who you r (who you r) Wat ya do (wat ya do) I'mma nah care wot ya crib No dogs aloud in a d race assassan But ders most be'aviour, boy Pleas sort dem, fuck hurrys About ya grab breas an gay en wonder why She, vex so wen ya grabby grabby Tel him flea if he step direspectfully (it's he) had enuff Tellin us, tellin me, tellin me, tell him flea Tho sum gyals think dem 2 nice Dey stan up innna place demma pay big price Dark talk but demma cold like ice Try screw bout ya scary az spies Man in a venue demma 2 rah rah Wen dey wanna get it at a pu-na-na An I'm like cha cuz dem blah blah Dats it, I rest, me not a rah rah Rah rah it bumba bumba clart it, it Gedda wid da rhythm now get me started Me nah cum fer dex me jus on raves, hey Nat fuss nat fuss ta fight a girlfrend top Ya nice is nat right a Let enuff ta every brotha in sight a I don't mean ta b impolite a But its like ya begga beggin' fer ya breas 2nite Lisen 2 the dy-na-mite Lisen 2 the dy-na-mite Lisen 2 the dy-na-mite, inside the place It's not about about the fire lit Not about tha, drugs It's jus about, about the luv Luv 4 the music Luv 4 the bass Ba yeh ace There's no need 4 this badness in the place Dibby D, d dy-na-mite-ee Ta get da ppl demma lively BOOO