[ Featuring Ms. Dynamite ]
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 no 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 one's 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 f*ck you up like it was cocaine 'cause
Dib e dibbie dy-na-mi-tie 2 get the people get them lively, lively
Lively, lively
En den we shout, "boo" inna yo ed
Lyrical shot, get up I said
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 said
Gotta do a song dat everybody shud make
Da gunman run en call friends I says
Getta widda little bitta base an drum
Hear nah ya so f*ck da poor en f*ck da gun
Becuzza back in da day woz all about fun
Tekin ya bak on ma lyrical tongues
My only weapon, f*cked hard up at fills
A thrill, no cost don't kill
Yeh stan still
I'mma lick ya widda vibe datch you can feel
Because it's not about da bad attitudes
An it's not about da bad vibes
No matta who you are an no matta wat ya do
You can get sum ova natural high
It's not about a dem attitudes
It's not about dem bad vibes
No matta who you are (who you are)
Wat ya do (wat ya do)
Imma nah care wot ya crib
No dogs aloud in a d race assassan
But ders most be'aviour, boy
Pleas sort dem, f*ck hurrys
About ya grab breas an batty an 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 too nice
Dey stan up innna place demma pay big price
Dark talk but demma cold like ice
Try screw bout ya as scary as spice
Man in a venue demma too rah rah
Wen dey want to get it at a pu-na-na
An I'm like cha 'cause dem blah blah
Dat's 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 wanna be impolite a
But it's like ya begga beggin' fer ya breas tonight
Listen to the Dynamite
Listen to the Dynamite
Listen to the Dynamite, inside the place
It's not about about the fire lit
Not about tha drugs
It's just about, about the love
Love for the music
Love for the bass
Bass
There's no need
For this badness in the place
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo)
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo boo)
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo boo boo)
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo boo boo boo)
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo boo boo)
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo)
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo boo boo)
Dibby D, Dynamite
To get da people demma lively (boo boo boo)
