Текст песни Booo! (feat. Ms Dynamite) - Original Dirty Mix - Sticky feat. Lady 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, and you know we gon' get them kinda hype
And you know, and you know we gon' get them kinda hype
And you know, that and you know we gon' get them kinda hyper
Hyper, hy, hy, hyper inside the place, hyper inside the place
Hy, hy, hyper and we tell them...

We tell dem, getta widda riddim, getta widda drum
Getta widda riddim, getta widda drum
I fight ah galang like you not want some
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine
Getta widda riddim getta widda drum
Getta widda riddim getta widda drum
I fight ah galang like you no want some
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine
Feel the bad gal bass
Feel the bad gal bass injection
Listen DJ wid the boom selection
This one's psychotic, it should be sectioned
It's the range, insane when we feel no pain
Excuse while I get into your brain
Let the bass ah vibrate them veins
Will fuck you up like it was cocaine 'cos ah
Dibby di da dy-na-mi-tee to get the people them ah lively,
Lively, lively, lively

An' dem ah shout, "booo" inna you 'ead
Lyrical shot, get popped, vibe spread
Gotta do a song, dat everybody dread
Mek di gunman run an' call feds I said
Dem ah shout, "booo" inna you 'ead
Lyrical shot, get popped, Vibe spread
Gotta do a song dat everybody dread
Mek di gunman ah nah run an' call feds I said
Get'em with a little bit of bass an' drum
Hear nah ya so fuck da bora, fuck da gun
Becuzza back in da day was all about fun
Taking ya back on ma lyrical tongues
My only weapon, fuck powder, fuck pills
A thrill, no cost don't kill
Yeh stand still
Imma lick ya widda vibe that you can feel
Because it's not about dem attitudes
An' it's not about da bad vibes
No matter who you are an no matter what ya do
You can get some over natural high
It's not about ah dem attitudes
It's not about dem bad vibes
No matter who you are (who you are)
What ya do (what ya do)
Ah me nah care wot ya crib
No dogs allowed inna di race an' certain
Bruddas must behaving, boy
Please, stop dem fuckeries
About ya grabbing breasts an' battys an' wonder why
She, so vex so when ya "grabby grabby"
Tell him "flee" if he step direspectfully (it's he)
Tell him off, Tell him off, tellin me, tellin me, tell him "flee"
Though some gal tink dem too nice
They stan up inna place dem ah pay big price
Dance hard but dem ah cold like ice
Try screw bout your boat— as scary as spice
Man ah in a venue dem ah too rah rah
When they want to get a little pu-na-na
An I'm like cha 'cos dem blah blah
Not interest' me not a rah rah
Rah rarted, bumba bumbaclarted-ed
Getta widda riddim now get me started
Me nah come fi vex me jus' want rave, hey
Nah fuss nah fuss ah fight ah
Girlfriend top ya nice is not right ah
Listen up to every brother in sight ah
I don't wanna be impolite ah
But it's like ah beg ah bredda for ya breasts tonight

Listen to the Dynamite
Listen to the Dynamite
Listen to the Dynamite, inside the place
It's not about about the fire it's
Not about the drugs
It's just about, about the love
Love for the music
Love for the bass
Bass
There's no need
For all this badness in the place

Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo)
Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo boo)
Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo boo boo)
Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo boo boo boo)
Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo boo boo)
Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo)
Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo boo boo)
Dibby D, da Dy-na-mi-tee
To get da people dem ah lively (boo boo boo)

Booo
Booo
Booo
Booo
Booo
Booo
Booo
Booo
Booo
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