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MS. DYNAMITE “Dy-na-mi-tee” #
And be
And I come to rock the show
And I come to rock the show
And I come to rock the show
And my cousins and my brothers we’d sit up all night
And now I’m making beats for the streets.
And the beating I got first time suspended from school.
Anytime I caught his eye, I thought that I’d just die
At 13 I thought I was in love with this guy.
Being in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the base
But love was enough to succeed to grow
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
But the more that I learned I found a guiding light
Everybody gotta hear me though
Everybody gotta hear me though
Everybody gotta hear me though
Everybody lose control
Everybody lose control
Everybody lose control
Had to get my act together – couldn’t take the heat
Hanging out all night breaking my curfew.
Hear me bussing on the radio
Hear me bussing on the radio
Hear me bussing on the radio
I just wanted to learn I never been so content
I remember all the house parties that took place
I stay blowing up your stereo
I stay blowing up your stereo
I stay blowing up your stereo
I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Let my vibe touch your soul
Let my vibe touch your soul
Let my vibe touch your soul
Listening to my family vibing ’till the morning light
Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch
Never had so much my mum brother sister and me
Now feel my flow you get me though
Now feel my flow you get me though
Now feel my flow you get me though
Remember my first years of school I was so innocent
Remember playing class clown; I was just a disruptive fool
Remember Sunday School and after go to grandma’s for lunch
See me bouncing in the video
See me bouncing in the video
See me bouncing in the video
That showed me the need to fight
Thought I was grown, left home at 15; didn’t want to obey.
Used to spend my time blazing lazing days away.
Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through,
When my daddy hit the door, I gave my mumma the blues.
Yo, I’m the same little girl that grew up next door to you,
MS. DYNAMITE “Dy-na-mi-tee”
Yo, I’m the same little girl that grew up next door to you, Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through, Hanging out all night breaking my curfew. When my daddy hit the door, I gave my mumma the blues. Used to spend my time blazing lazing days away. Thought I was grown, left home at 15; didn’t want to obey. Had to get my act together – couldn’t take the heat And now I’m making beats for the streets.
I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee I stay blowing up your stereo Everybody gotta hear me though I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Hear me bussing on the radio Now feel my flow you get me though I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee See me bouncing in da video And I come to rock the show I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody lose control Let my vibe touch your soul I remember all the house parties that took place Being in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the base And my cousins and my brothers we’d sit up all night Listening to my family vibing ’till the morning light Remember my first years of school I was so innocent I just wanted to learn I never been so content But the more that I learned I found a guiding light That showed me the need to fight And be I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee I stay blowing up your stereo Everybody gotta hear me though I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Hear me bussing on the radio Now feel my flow you get me though I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee See me bouncing in da video And I come to rock the show I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody lose control Let my vibe touch your soul
At 13 I thought I was in love with this guy. Anytime I caught his eye, I thought that I’d just die Remember playing class clown; I was just a disruptive fool And the beating I got first time suspended from school.
Remember Sunday School and after go to grandma’s for lunch Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch Never had so much my mum brother sister and me But love was enough to succeed to grow I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee I stay blowing up your stereo Everybody gotta hear me though I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Hear me bussing on the radio Now feel my flow you get me though I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee See me bouncing in da video And I come to rock the show I’m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody lose control Let my vibe touch your soul
I’m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee