Lyrics Ah-E-A-Oh - Shaggy

Ah-E-A-Oh
It's like that to the maximum
Shaggy, Sylvia
Rub-a-dub injection for them
She say
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
If only you know me, woman you're looking lonely
Give me your name and number number, is it Ruta or it Naomi
You no know me, can't blow me, stop talking baloney
Try to control me but you know you couldn't hold me
Respect you need to show me when deh ya my man's my homie
Inject you like a cassette to Dicay or it's a Sony
Woman a camouflage at nothing but the fucking phoney
Fat or an bony, look like macaroni
Saddle up gal the hula-hula, ride mi pony
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Reach inna your body, things a run red
Sylvia deh ya now me and mi text draw on a dread
Give me the 45 now bust, knock out, no bust no lead
Lyrical entertainment what me give them instead
Sylvia, Mr. Shaggy up inna the call friends
Sting and Robert for production again
With no rub-ub, with no skin out we naw beg no friend
This one we bill out fi the gal pickney them
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Look how the gal them a bubble and wine
Pump up a swing out pon the front line
She wine, she ram, she do the pump and everything combine
The blister of the shake on them the splitted be a slime
Sting a lead them in the rhythm while the Sylvia arrive
This are Shaggy and Sylvia lyrically combine
Flatbush combination wicked and vile
This time we're thin for foreign kin so watch with profile
We're wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked
And wicked and wicked and wild
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Gal start fi move and the man them say aah
Rub-a-dub-a fling like the massive say hey
Hand inna the air and everybody shout hey
Gal a dotty gal and then the man them say ho
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
If only you know me, woman you're looking lonely
Give me your name and number, is it Ruta or it's Naomi
You no know me, can't blow me, stop talking baloney
Try to control me but you know you couldn't hold me
Respect you need to show me when deh ya my man's my homie
Inject you like a cassette to Dicay or it's a Sony
Woman a camouflage at nothing but the fucking phoney
Fat or an bony, muddle like macaroni
Sit down pon the hm-hm, saddle up, ride mi pony
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Reach inna your body, things a run red
Sylvia deh ya now me and mi text draw on a dread
Give me the 45 now bust, knock out, no bust no lead
Lyrical entertainment me go give them instead
Sylvia and Shaggy up inna the call friends
Sting and Robert for production again
With no rub-ub, with no skin out we naw beg no friend
This one we bill out fi the gal pickney them, sing
Aaah, ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Look how the gal them a bubble and wine
Pump up a swing out pon the front line
She wine and ram, she do the pump and everything combine
The blister of the shake on them the splitted be a slime
Sting a lead them in the rhythm while the Sylvia arrive
This are Shags man and Sylvia lyrically combine
The Flatbush combination wicked and vile
This time we're thin for foreign kin so watch with profile
So we're wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked
And wicked and wicked and vile, what sing
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh
Ah-E-A-Oh