Dynamite - Beats and Styles

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Blowing up like dynamite

Blowing up like dynamite

Blowing up like dynamite

Dah dah dah dynamite!

You might have ammo, you might spark

But you don’t send a boy to do a dirty man’s job

So I put on my shades, put on my alligator

Pack my shit, kiss my kids, see you later

Rolling in the scene lika a disco dream

Everything’s smooth, if you know what I mean

Zooming the babes, you know they start screamin'

I haven’t got nothing but I’m gonna lift the ceiling

Blowing up like dynamite…

Hot 'demma, I’m a superslamma

When I rock the mic right

It’s like dynamite, dynamite

Dah dah (tic tic yo) dynamite

Hot 'demma, I’m a superslamma

When I rock the mic right

It’s like dynaimte, dynamite

Dah dah (tic tic yo) dynamite

Blowing up like dynamite…

Dj gave the tune, now everybody’s hummin'

I grab the mic, they knew that was comin'

Bang 'til you bang, you got the funky drummer drummin'

And all the fly hotties, we got a little something

So I put on the show, pull a cologne

The old school shit you can’t leave it alone

B-boys in the ring, fly girls are like the bomb

'cause I’m the superman who rocks the microphone

Blowing up like dynamite…

Hot 'demma, I’m a superslamma…

Blowing up like dynamite…

Put your hands together

Dah dah dynamite!

Put your hands together

Dah dah dynamite!

Put your hands together

Dah dah dynamite!

Put your hands together

Dah dah dynamite!

Hot 'demma, I’m a superslamma…

Blowing up like dynamite…