AH-E-A-OH

It's like that to the maximum

Shaggy (Ha)

Sylva (Ha)

Rub-a-dub injection for them

She say



AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH



If only you know me

Woman you're looking lonely

ive me your name and number number, is it Ruta or it Naomi

You no know me, can't blow me

Stop talking baloney

Try to control me but you know you couldn't hold me

Respect you need to show me when deh ya my man's my homie

Inject you like a cassette to Dicay or it's a Sony

Woman a camouflage at nothing but the fucking phoney

Fat or an bony, look like macaroni

Saddle up gal the hula-hula, ride mi pony



AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH, AH



Reach inna your body, things a run red

Sylva deh ya now me and mi text draw on a dread

Give me the 45 now bust, knock out, no bust no lead

Lyrical entertainment what me give them instead

Sylva, Mr. Shaggy up inna the call friends

Sting and Robert for production again

With no rub-ub, with no skin out we naw beg no friend

This one we bill out fi the gal pickney them



AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH



Look how the gal them a bubble and wine

Pump up a swing out pon the front line

She wine, she ram, she do the pump and everything combine

The blister of the shake on them the splitted be a slime

Sting a lead them in the rhythm

While the Sylva arrive

This are Shaggy and Sylva

Lyrically combine

Flatbush combination

Wicked and vile

This time we're thin for foreign kin so watch with profile

We're wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wild



AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH



Gal start fi move and the man them say aah

Rub-a-dub-a fling like the massive say hey

Hand inna the air and everybody shout hee

Gal a dotty gal and then the man them say hoo



AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH



If only you know me

Woman you're looking lonely

Give me your name and number, is it Ruta or it's Naomi

You no know me, can't blow me

Stop talking baloney

Try to control me but you know you couldn't hold me

Respect you need to show me when deh ya my man's my homie

Inject you like a cassete to Dicay or it's a Sony

Woman a camouflage at nothing but the fucking phoney

Fat or an bony, muddle like macaroni

Sit down pon the hm-hm, saddle up, ride mi pony



AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH



Reach inna your body, things a run red

Sylva deh ya now me and mi text draw on a dread

Give me the 45 now bust, knock out, no bust no lead

Lyrical entertainment me go give them instead

Sylva and Shaggy up inna the call friends

Sting and Robert for production again

With no rub-ub, with no skin out we naw beg no friend

This one we bill out fi the gal pickney them

Sing



Aaah, hm

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH

AH-E-A-OH



Look how the gal them a bubble and wine

Pump up a swing out pon the front line

She wine and ram, she do the pump and everything combine

The blister of the shake on them the splitted be a slime

Sting a lead them in the rhythm

While the Sylva arrive

This are Shags man and Sylva

Lyrically combine

The Flatbush combination

Wicked and vile

This time we're thin for foreign kin so watch with profile

So we're wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and vile



What sing



AH-E-A-OH (What)

AH-E-A-OH (What)

AH-E-A-OH (Respect to the maximum)

AH-E-A-OH (Sting International upfronts)

AH-E-A-OH (Robert, respect do all the time)

AH-E-A-OH (Respect to Bajja Jedd, Red Fox)

AH-E-A-OH (Nikey Fungus, Screechy Dan)

AH-E-A-OH (Respect to the man a them call name Lapoo)

AH-E-A-OH (I reach it out proof)