Booo - Ms. Dynamite, STICKY

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