Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Booo, artist - Ms. Dynamite.
Date of issue: 10.03.2011
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 |