Ah-E-A-Oh

Ah-E-A-Oh It's like that to the maximum Shaggy, Sylvia 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 Give 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 Reach inna your body, things a run red Sylvia 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 Sylvia, 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 Sylvia arrive This are Shaggy and Sylvia 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 hey Gal a dotty gal and then the man them say ho 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 cassette 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 Sylvia 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 Sylvia 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, 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 Sylvia arrive This are Shags man and Sylvia 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 Ah-E-A-Oh Ah-E-A-Oh