Dynamite – Song and Lyrics by Afrojack

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Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, URALES VARGAS, JAMAL JONES, NICK VAN DE WALL

Duration: 3:48

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Dynamite’ by Afrojack. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Afrojack or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
F*ck that fake shit
It’s time to get real!
It’s a party I’ve been hearing that you don’t know
And if you didn’t come to party, then you gotta go
Hands up in the sky, wave ’em round from side to side
Got you feeling? how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite!
Hands up in the sky, wave ’em round from side to side
Got you feeling? how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite!

What them ladies say? hey!
Ladies, what them ladies say? hey!
Ladies, what them ladies say? hey!
Yeah, dogg we got your back!
What my homies say, homie say?
What my gangsta say, gangsta say?
Gangsta bored, gangsta say
Yeah dogg, we got your back
We want it like we own it, yeah
We beat it till we beat it, yeah
And only you can give it to us cause you know
We need it, yeah
Let the music play, I’m gon’ say what I’m gon’ say
Stack that stack, blue back
Afrojack that’s my dj!
So, we gon’ continue to do what we’ve done
All around the world, for real my name
Fucked it up!

It’s a party I’ve been hearing that you don’t know
And if you didn’t come to party, then you gotta go
Hands up in the sky, wave ’em round from side to side
Got you feeling? how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite!
Hands up in the sky, wave ’em round from side to side
Got you feeling? how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite!

Pour some other shit, all them bitches lovin’ it, lovin’ it
We covered it
I never give up my double name
But I’m shove it, I’m poppin’ it
With my locky approach, you wanna be on my team
Bitch I’m the coach
Let’s go straight to the locker room
Get dressed and hit the grass,
Cakin’ makin’ that cash
Break it, shakin’ that ass
For a player, spray your layers
Say a rhyme or two, designer shoe
I’ma do a crown or two
Find time, spend a little time with you

Yeah, man! ha ha
Yeah man!
Drinks in the air,
Smokin’ on a flat blunt
Turnt down for what?!
Nigga, we turnt up
Drinks in the air,
Smokin’ on a flat blunt
Turnt down for what?!
Nigga, we turnt up
Drinks in the air,
Smokin’ on a flat blunt
Turnt down for what?
Nigga, we turnt up
Up! up! up! up!

Drinks in the air,
Smokin’ on a flat blunt
Turnt down for what?
Nigga, we turnt up
Drinks in the air,
Smokin’ on a flat blunt
Turnt down for what?
Nigga, we turnt up
Drinks in the air,
Smokin’ on a flat blunt
Turnt down for what?
Nigga, we turnt up
Drinks in the air,
Smokin’ on a flat blunt
Turnt down for what?
Nigga, we turnt up