Ah-E-A-Oh

AH-E-A-OH
It's like that to the max
Shaggy (Ha)
Sylva (Ha)
Rub-a-dub injection for them
She says

AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH

If only you knew me
Girl, you're looking lonely
Give me your name and number, is it Ruta or Naomi?
You don’t know me, can’t blow me
Stop talking nonsense
Try to control me but you know you couldn't hold me
Respect you need to show me when my man's my homie
Inject you like a cassette to a Discman or it's a Sony
Girl, a camouflage is nothing but a damn phony
Fat or bony, look like macaroni
Saddle up girl, the hula-hula, ride my pony

AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH, AH

Reach in your body, things are running red
Sylva's here now, and my text draws on a dread
Give me the 45 now, bust, knock out, no bust no lead
Lyrical entertainment is what I give them instead
Sylva, Mr. Shaggy up in the call friends
Sting and Robert for production again
With no rub-a-dub, with no skin out we ain't begging no friends
This one we bill out for the girls, pickney them

AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH

Look how the girls are bubbling and whining
Pump up a swing on the front line
She wines, she rams, she does the pump and everything combines
The blister of the shake on them, the split be a slime
Sting leads them in the rhythm
While Sylva arrives
This is Shaggy and Sylva
Lyrically combined
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 wild

AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH

Girls start to move and the guys say aah
Rub-a-dub-a fling like the massive say hey
Hands in the air and everybody shouts hee
Girls a dirty girl and then the guys say hoo

AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH

If only you knew me
Girl, you're looking lonely
Give me your name and number, is it Ruta or Naomi?
You don’t know me, can’t blow me
Stop talking nonsense
Try to control me but you know you couldn't hold me
Respect you need to show me when my man's my homie
Inject you like a cassette to a Discman or it's a Sony
Girl, a camouflage is nothing but a damn phony
Fat or bony, muddled like macaroni
Sit down on the hm-hm, saddle up, ride my pony

AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH

Reach in your body, things are running red
Sylva's here now, and my text draws on a dread
Give me the 45 now, bust, knock out, no bust no lead
Lyrical entertainment is what I give them instead
Sylva and Shaggy up in the call friends
Sting and Robert for production again
With no rub-a-dub, with no skin out we ain't begging no friends
This one we bill out for the girls, pickney them
Sing

Aaah, hm
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH
AH-E-A-OH

Look how the girls are bubbling and whining
Pump up a swing on the front line
She wines and rams, she does the pump and everything combines
The blister of the shake on them, the split be a slime
Sting leads them in the rhythm
While Sylva arrives
This is Shaggy and Sylva
Lyrically combined
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 vile

What sing

AH-E-A-OH (What)
AH-E-A-OH (What)
AH-E-A-OH (Respect to the max)
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 they call Lapoo)
AH-E-A-OH (I reach it out proof)(BOO)