Booo Lyrics - Ms. Dynamite

Ms. Dynamite inside the place listen to the Dynamite 

Ms. Dynamite, Ms. Dynamite, Ms. Dynamite inside the place 

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 

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 

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 

It's jus about, about the luv 

4 this badness in the place 

Dibby D, d dy-na-mite-ee 

Ta get da ppl demma lively BOOO 

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