Ah-E-A-Oh

"Ah-E-A-Oh"AH-E-A-OHIt's like that to the maximumShaggy (Ha)Sylva (Ha)Rub-a-dub injection for themShe sayAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHIf only you know meWoman you're looking lonelyive me your name and number number, is it Ruta or it NaomiYou no know me, can't blow meStop talking baloneyTry to control me but you know you couldn't hold meRespect you need to show me when deh ya my man's my homieInject you like a cassette to Dicay or it's a SonyWoman a camouflage at nothing but the fucking phoneyFat or an bony, look like macaroniSaddle up gal the hula-hula, ride mi ponyAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OH, AHReach inna your body, things a run redSylva deh ya now me and mi text draw on a dreadGive me the 45 now bust, knock out, no bust no leadLyrical entertainment what me give them insteadSylva, Mr. Shaggy up inna the call friendsSting and Robert for production againWith no rub-ub, with no skin out we naw beg no friendThis one we bill out fi the gal pickney themAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHLook how the gal them a bubble and winePump up a swing out pon the front lineShe wine, she ram, she do the pump and everything combineThe blister of the shake on them the splitted be a slimeSting a lead them in the rhythmWhile the Sylva arriveThis are Shaggy and SylvaLyrically combineFlatbush combinationWicked and vileThis time we're thin for foreign kin so watch with profileWe're wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wildAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHGal start fi move and the man them say aahRub-a-dub-a fling like the massive say heyHand inna the air and everybody shout heeGal a dotty gal and then the man them say hooAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHIf only you know meWoman you're looking lonelyGive me your name and number, is it Ruta or it's NaomiYou no know me, can't blow meStop talking baloneyTry to control me but you know you couldn't hold meRespect you need to show me when deh ya my man's my homieInject you like a cassete to Dicay or it's a SonyWoman a camouflage at nothing but the fucking phoneyFat or an bony, muddle like macaroniSit down pon the hm-hm, saddle up, ride mi ponyAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHReach inna your body, things a run redSylva deh ya now me and mi text draw on a dreadGive me the 45 now bust, knock out, no bust no leadLyrical entertainment me go give them insteadSylva and Shaggy up inna the call friendsSting and Robert for production againWith no rub-ub, with no skin out we naw beg no friendThis one we bill out fi the gal pickney themSingAaah, hmAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHAH-E-A-OHLook how the gal them a bubble and winePump up a swing out pon the front lineShe wine and ram, she do the pump and everything combineThe blister of the shake on them the splitted be a slimeSting a lead them in the rhythmWhile the Sylva arriveThis are Shags man and SylvaLyrically combineThe Flatbush combinationWicked and vileThis time we're thin for foreign kin so watch with profileSo we're wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and wicked and vileWhat singAH-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)