Dynamite lyrics by Prof
Dynamite. Dynamite. Dynamite. Dynamite
It’s a lot of beautiful women out here tonight
One in particular, might even get to see her tonight
One in particular, over here is a miracle, right?
Can’t even make up my mind
I’m loving all of them, right?
I like this one, that one, this one, that one
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
That one, this one, that one, this one, that one
Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!
I love them all, man
I can imagine loving on em
Swear to God that I can handle a couple of em
I would love eleven of em
Right back into the hook, fuck it!
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
That one, this one, that one, this one, that one
This one, that one, this one, that one
Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!
I love you too. I love you two
I love you t-o-o, t-w-o
Someone you told’s coming like the cuddle patrol
Nah once in my life had trouble with hoes
Mischievous, baby she a bad one
She be dropping jaws, got the cats tongue
I like to watch her take it to the floor and bring it back up
She the best of face down, ass up. That’s tough
Guess what? Get gassed up
Get your passport, jump into some bad stuff
Fuck until we blast off
Let’s put some miles on it
I know a couple more
Bodies we could pile on it
Mother fucker This one, fist pump, big one, here the rizz come
Pump pistons, close the distance (jibberish and excitement)
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
That one, this one, that one, this one, that one
This one, that one, this one, that one
Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
That one, this one, that one, this one, that one
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a big fan of twerking
Daggering for certain, handling emergencies
Cause this is an emergency, an insurgency of…
A lot of body parts flying around
A lot of body parts flying around
A lot of body parts flying around
Black, white, purple, green, thick, thin. I like it
Yeah, long as the vibe is right
I ain’t trying to measure bodies or itemize
We ain’t gotta take a thing to get high tonight
Dynamite. Dynamite. Dynamite. Dynamite
Gotta make it so the pockets are shaking
The strippers are rakin’, the ticket to makin’
The chicken amazing, is flippin’ and shakin’
I’m kissin’ I’m matin’ the vibe is
Dynamite. Dynamite. Dynamite. Dynamite
Ohhhh let’s put some miles on it
I know a couple more bodies we could pile on it
Mother fucker this one, fist pump, big one, here the rizz come
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
That one, this one, that one, this one, that one
This one, that one, this one, that one
Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
That one, this one, that one, this one, that one
This one, that one, this one, that one, this one
Whoo!