Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Booo! , by - STICKY. Release date: 10.09.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Booo! |
| 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 |