Me and my whole squad pull up on the night

Taking up the whole road with out cars and our super bikes

Now were outside but the queue's long 

So I get bredrin to dance to the thong song



With a bouncer she's licking her lips 

Rotating her hips, bum flicks on his (Oooh) 

He whispers in her ear, and then I hear him say

Her and her whole crew get in and they don't have to pay 



Hey, now were in Harlem shaking to the ground

DJ Scottie B don't stop playing that sound

We make our way to the bar in the club 

And my whole crew buying bare bottles of bub



Oh shit, my vision seems blurred

I'm laughing to myself cos my words seem slurred

I'm feeling tipsy

But I don't give a dam I've come to party







If you're standing up against the wall

Yo what's wrong, 'your shoes too small'?

Put them hands in the air-yah 

If not ain't they fresh under deyah



Wile out on the dance floor

I mean what the hell did you come here for

Move like your crazy and hard

If you get weird looks shout so what





GET LOOSE 

Ga get ga get, ga get ga get ga get ga get

GET GET GA GET LOOSE

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh







When I'm spitting this sounds superb

(Get off me) now give me the respect I deserve

Cos I've had enough now, watch out here I come

I'ma keep swinging you like elephant trunks



I've crash-landed, I'm taking over this shit

And since I've come I've made a lot of emcees quit

It's a Shystie phenomenon you can't ignore

I'm on your airwaves, in your high street stores



Jezze jezze now should I take a break

Yeah you would it but there's no way

Naa I think I will stay,

Cos to piss a hater off will make my day



YUP, I'm not slowing down, I'll keep on going now

New rhymes in my head just keep on flowing now

Ah my time this so I'm doing my thing

Can I get ah wot wot can I get a amen









Now I got you thinking bout what my next move could be

But concentrate on your own and don't watch me

Shystie is gona be around for a long while

Hitting back again every time with ah new style



Oh.. taste my lyrics in your face

If you feel you can keep with my pace

At this rate that I'm going boy I just don't care

Cos another artist couldn't do this here



So-come on now tell me why should I fret

Naa come on, tell me why if I'm never gona let

Nobody come along and ever take my place

Cos I've worked like a bitch to get myself in this race



'Oh my days, she's going on real'

Yeah dam straight cos you know that I'm ill

'Shystie's sick she's real to the game'

Now your know that just remember my name