Yo, I'm that same little girl that grew up next door to youWent through all the things a teenage girl goes throughHangin' out all night and breaking my curfewWhen my daddy hit the door, I gave my mumma the bluesUsed to spend my time blazin', lazin' days awayThought I was grown, left home at fifteen, didn't wanna obeyHad to get my act together, couldn't take the heatAnd now I'm makin' beats for the streetsI'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeI stay blowin' up your stereoEverybody gotta hear me, yoI'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeHear me bussin' on the radioFeel my flow, you get me thoughI'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeSee me bouncin' in the videoAnd I comе to rock the showI'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeEverybody lose controlLеt my vibe touch your soulI remember all the house parties that took placeBein' in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the bassAnd my cousins and my brothers, we'd sit up all nightListenin' to my family vibin' till the mornin' lightRemember my first years of school, I was so innocentI just wanted to learn, I never been so contentBut the more that I learned, I found a guidin' lightThat showed me the need to fightAnd be Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeI stay blowin' up your stereoEverybody gotta hear me, yoI'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeHear me bussin' on the radioFeel my flow, you get me thoughI'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeSee me bouncin' in the videoAnd I come to rock the showI'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeEverybody lose controlLet my vibe touch your soulAt thirteen, I thought that I was in love with this guyAnytime I caught his eye, I thought that I'd just dieRemember playin' class clown, I was a disruptive foolAnd the beatin' that I got first time suspended from schoolRemember Sunday School and after, go to Gramma's for lunchMacaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punchNever had much, my mum, brother, sister and meBut love was enough to succeedTo growTo grow, dy-na-mi-teeI stay blowin' up your stereoEverybody gotta hear me, yoI'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee, mmHear me bussin' on the radioFeel my flow, you get me thoughI'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeSee me bouncin' in the videoAnd I come to rock the showI'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-teeEverybody lose controlLet my vibe touch your soulD-Dy-namiteD-Dy-namiteD-Dy-namiteD-Dy-namiteD-Dy-namiteD-Dy-namiteD-Dy-namiteD-Dy-namite
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Yo, I'm that same little girl that grew up next door to you
Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through
Hangin' out all night and breaking my curfew
When my daddy hit the door, I gave my mumma the blues
Used to spend my time blazin', lazin' days away
Thought I was grown, left home at fifteen, didn't wanna obey
Had to get my act together, couldn't take the heat
And now I'm makin' beats for the streets
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I stay blowin' up your stereo
Everybody gotta hear me, yo
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Hear me bussin' on the radio
Feel my flow, you get me though
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
See me bouncin' in the video
And I comе to rock the show
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody lose control
Lеt my vibe touch your soul
I remember all the house parties that took place
Bein' in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the bass
And my cousins and my brothers, we'd sit up all night
Listenin' to my family vibin' till the mornin' light
Remember my first years of school, I was so innocent
I just wanted to learn, I never been so content
But the more that I learned, I found a guidin' light
That showed me the need to fight
And be Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I stay blowin' up your stereo
Everybody gotta hear me, yo
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Hear me bussin' on the radio
Feel my flow, you get me though
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
See me bouncin' in the video
And I come to rock the show
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody lose control
Let my vibe touch your soul
At thirteen, I thought that I was in love with this guy
Anytime I caught his eye, I thought that I'd just die
Remember playin' class clown, I was a disruptive fool
And the beatin' that I got first time suspended from school
Remember Sunday School and after, go to Gramma's for lunch
Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch
Never had much, my mum, brother, sister and me
But love was enough to succeed
To grow
To grow, dy-na-mi-tee
I stay blowin' up your stereo
Everybody gotta hear me, yo
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee, mm
Hear me bussin' on the radio
Feel my flow, you get me though
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
See me bouncin' in the video
And I come to rock the show
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody lose control
Let my vibe touch your soul
