Dynamite
Miller & Bronx Lyrics


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The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me
It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me
You may be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats
I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap
In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week
Takin' off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like, "Gimme cheeks"
Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance
Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no, I didn't dance
Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights
Ain't fuck a prostitute but the head nice, get right
From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe
Way I spend this money, you would think I had a ex-wife
Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh, word to Ken Rice
New place every day, what I would give to just have ten nights
Yeah, right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind
Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long (how about another one?)
Or am I wrong?

Hey
It's young Macintosh, tell you 'bout that sabotage
Travelin' through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff
Back up off me, kill 'em softly, bitches like to fuck 'em doggy
Prolly off some molly, got me turnin' into polygons
On and on, DJ's puttin' on my song
People say I talk too long, killin' every single track the God is on
They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on
Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John
Tom Tom, direct me to that money please
Square sponge, fuckin' dumb, yeah, your grades is under C
And I know, "In God we trust," but how much do they trust in me?
Enough to be a fuckin' beast on beats, yeah
Shit is so disgustingly amazin', bitches out the playpen
You fuck your hand, askin', "How much money can I fit into this rubber band?"
Hustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can
Excuse my French, that's just how I'd talk if I was Russell Brand
Know that I'm the fuckin' man, play my shit for three days
All I make is hits, call me T-Pain
Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay
Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on eBay
Talk a little shit, man, probably thought he dissed me
Bitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky
Yeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter, had her cryin' 'bout her father
Then I busted in her face while she told me, "It's an honor"
Bob O'Connor, we just politickin', finger-lickin' on my chicken
Got a way with words, words, words, word to Charles Dickens
I wrote this on the shitter usin' toilet paper
Then put your head inside the waters, and enjoy the flavor, huh

Yeah, bitch
Nah, Jerm, don't cut me off, man
Fuck you
Ha-ha

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D




What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Miller & Bronx's song "Dynamite" convey a sense of confidence, extravagance, and the pursuit of pleasure. The opening lines suggest that the singer is popular with women who desire his attention (referring to "Willie D"), and he believes it's because of his charisma and "pimpin'" lifestyle. He contrasts himself with others, emphasizing that he's in a different league, enjoying luxurious cars, making a fortune within a week, and expecting women to undress for him before he even speaks.


The lyrics also touch on the singer's experiences traveling to various places, including London, France, and Amsterdam. He claims not to have engaged in any sexual encounters with prostitutes but acknowledges the appeal of their "head nice." The song reflects a carefree attitude and a desire to enjoy life to the fullest, savoring the taste of Red Stripe beer, spending money without restraint, and seeking new experiences every day.


The second verse is delivered by Young Macintosh, who boasts about his self-confidence and artistic prowess. He uses wordplay and metaphors throughout, showcasing his lyrical abilities and the crowd's enthusiastic response to his music. He expresses his disdain for those who doubt his talent, comparing himself to a deity on beats. Macintosh's verse also includes a mix of playful and provocative lines, showcasing his wit and audacity.


Overall, the lyrics of "Dynamite" portray a sense of self-assurance, extravagance, and a pursuit of pleasure, all wrapped in clever wordplay and metaphors.


Line by Line Meaning

The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me
When girls ask me for sexual favors, it's an indication that they are attracted to me.


It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me
The act of being a pimp is what attracts these women to be in a relationship with me.


You may be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats
Although you might be present at the same event, we are in completely different social positions.


I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap
I saw you sitting in the cheap seats at a higher vantage point, but the level I'm at requires a significant amount of money.


In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week
I can accumulate a large amount of money, whether I'm driving a luxury car or a more modest one, within a short span of time.


Takin' off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like, 'Gimme cheeks'
Before I even say a word, women undress out of desire to engage in sexual activities with me.


Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance
I have traveled to various places like London and France, and I encourage others to visit those locations if they have the opportunity.


Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no, I didn't dance
When I was in Amsterdam, I went to a club, but I did not participate in dancing.


Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights
I casually wandered around and smoked marijuana while observing the red lights associated with Amsterdam's famous Red Light District.


Ain't fuck a prostitute but the head nice, get right
Although I did not engage in sexual intercourse with a prostitute, I received oral sex from one, which satisfied me.


From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe
In my future endeavors, I plan to remain calm and enjoy a drink of Red Stripe beer.


Way I spend this money, you would think I had a ex-wife
The manner in which I spend my money is extravagant, as if I had previously been through a costly divorce settlement.


Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh, word to Ken Rice
Women are attracted to the idea of being dominated, referencing Pittsburgh and Ken Rice.


New place every day, what I would give to just have ten nights
I constantly travel to different locations, but I long for the stability of spending ten consecutive nights in one place.


Yeah, right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind
I am about to release a new music album, and I aim to impress and astonish my audience.


Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine
My aspiration is to achieve a level of musical success where no other artist's music is considered superior to mine.


It's young Macintosh, tell you 'bout that sabotage
I, Macintosh, will inform you about my acts of sabotage and disruptive actions.


Travelin' through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff
As I travel through Germany, I pay homage to David Hasselhoff, a famous figure associated with the country.


Back up off me, kill 'em softly, bitches like to fuck 'em doggy
Stay away from me and approach me cautiously, as women enjoy engaging in doggy-style sexual activities.


Prolly off some molly, got me turnin' into polygons
Possibly under the influence of the drug MDMA (molly), my perception and behavior become distorted like polygons.


On and on, DJ's puttin' on my song
The DJs keep playing my song repeatedly, creating a continuous and uninterrupted music experience.


People say I talk too long, killin' every single track the God is on
Some people criticize me for talking too much, but I consistently deliver excellent performances on every track I collaborate with.


They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on
Fans enthusiastically support me, expressing their admiration by cheering with pom-poms and purchasing the clothing I wear.


Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John
I possess valuable items made of gold and engage in sexual activities with women named Silver while wearing Long John underwear.


Tom Tom, direct me to that money please
Using GPS navigation device Tom Tom, guide me to locations where I can acquire wealth.


Square sponge, fuckin' dumb, yeah, your grades is under C
You, a foolish individual, possess limited intelligence as your grades fall below a satisfactory level.


And I know, 'In God we trust,' but how much do they trust in me?
While it is often said that people trust in God, I question how much trust they place in me.


Enough to be a fuckin' beast on beats, yeah
The level of trust in me is sufficient for me to deliver highly impressive performances in the field of music production.


Shit is so disgustingly amazin', bitches out the playpen
My output is a combination of repulsively surprising elements, attracting women who may still be considered young and inexperienced.


You fuck your hand, askin', 'How much money can I fit into this rubber band?'
You engage in masturbation while questioning the amount of money that can be secured by using a rubber band as a storage method.


Hustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can
Engaging in a determined effort to make money, I metaphorically dispose of individuals who are not contributing positively to my goals.


Excuse my French, that's just how I'd talk if I was Russell Brand
Please forgive me for my profanity, as I speak in a manner similar to Russell Brand if I were in his position.


Know that I'm the fuckin' man, play my shit for three days
Understand that I am highly confident in being the best, so much so that you can continuously listen to my music for three consecutive days without getting tired of it.


All I make is hits, call me T-Pain
The songs I produce are consistently successful, just like T-Pain's, earning him the title of hitmaker.


Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay
My level of sickness, whether it be in terms of illness or skill, surpasses what would result from contracting AIDS and experiencing dental problems.


Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on eBay
A woman I engaged in sexual activities with took one of my condoms and attempted to sell it through an online auction platform, eBay.


Talk a little shit, man, probably thought he dissed me
A person made derogatory comments about me, thinking that they had insulted me.


Bitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky
Your attempt to belittle me is futile, as I recently performed oral sex on Monica Lewinsky, a prominent figure known for her involvement with Bill Clinton.


Yeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter, had her cryin' 'bout her father
Yes, I educated her about the concept of mass killing, causing her to become emotionally distraught and cry over her relationship with her father.


Then I busted in her face while she told me, 'It's an honor'
In the midst of her expressing honor or respect, I ejaculated onto her face.


Bob O'Connor, we just politickin', finger-lickin' on my chicken
Similar to former Pittsburgh mayor Bob O'Connor, we are engaging in casual political discussions while enjoying finger-licking good chicken.


Got a way with words, words, words, word to Charles Dickens
I possess a skill for using language effectively, as a tribute to Charles Dickens, a renowned author known for his literary talent.


I wrote this on the shitter usin' toilet paper
I composed this verse while sitting on the toilet, using pieces of toilet paper as writing material.


Then put your head inside the waters, and enjoy the flavor, huh
Following the completion of writing, I suggest submerging your head in water and savoring the sensations that arise.


Yeah, bitch
Yes, my female acquaintance.


Nah, Jerm, don't cut me off, man
No, Jerm, please don't interrupt me, my friend.


Fuck you
Expressing disdain and contempt towards you.


Ha-ha
A mocking laugh.




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Written by: Malcolm James McCormick

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