Sticky - Booo!
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{Intro}
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
{Hook}
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
{Verse One}
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
{Hook}
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
{Verse Two}
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
{Outro}
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
{Intro}
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
{Hook}
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
{Verse One}
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
{Hook}
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
{Verse Two}
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
{Outro}
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
