M.I.A.

Released: June 29, 2010

Songwriter: Cherry Withers John Hill David Taylor Christopher Mercer M.I.A.

Producer: Rusko

[Hook 1]
Down the drain
Down the drain
Down the drain
Down down down down
Make it drop

[Interlude]
We squeeze
We sniff
We cut it up
M-M-M-M-I-A
The ultimate

[Intro]
M-M-M-M-I-A
Oh, it's M.I.A
Oh, wow
It's M.I.A., wow

[Bridge]
Rock it, rock it to the stars
Rock it, rock it to the space
Rock it, rock it to the bar
Rock it, rock it off your face

[Verse 1]
Johnnie keep walking, Jack does too much coke
Jim Beam and Jameson, they just gave me joke
When I see Pernod, I say "oh, hell no"
Kahlua's a turn off, I tell him to Smirnoff
Captain Morgan, shot the sparks
When we hang out, he shoots arrows through my heart
Blue tattoo, chilling up in Malibu
He got 99 bananas, but he's not my boo

[Chorus]
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me

[Verse 2]
When I met Seagram's
He sent Chivas down my spine
Got me on the dancefloor
Then we start to wine
His ex, Sambuca
She just a hookah
I put it on a chilla but
I want tequila

[Interlude]
I'll get you off your fucking face
I told you what to do
You want your mother
Your something-or-other
I'll get you off your fucking face
You wound up in another place
Your brother
You fucking nutter

[Chorus]
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me

[Hook 2]
Eh, whatcha say?
Eh, whatcha say?

[Hook 1]
Down the drain
Down the drain
Down the drain
D-d-d-d-d-d-[?]
Down the drain

[Chorus]
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me

[Chorus]
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me
I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed
I got a shot of tequila in me

[Hook 2]
Eh, eh, eh, whatcha say?
Eh, eh, eh, whatcha say?

[Outro]
Eh, eh, eh, whatcha say?
Eh, eh, eh, whatcha say?

One of the most musically-diverse and perplexing artists of the 2000s, Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam is arguably the decade’s best representation of Hip-Hop in its truest form and artistry in its broadest, most diverse format. Her lyrics are as political as Public Enemy, her sound is more eclectic than Stankonia-era Outkast, and she is as aesthetically-driven as Kanye West.

The road that M.I.A. was forced to travel to international stardom was not an easy one. Born on July 18th, 1975 in Hounslow, West London to Sri-Lankan Tamil immigrants, she moved to her parents' homeland when she was only six months old. However, it was the Sri Lankan Civil War which came to shape her childhood. During her formative years, she witnessed many her father was hunted as an enemy of the state, her schools were bombarded, and her impoverished family was constantly in hiding. In 1986, her family moved back to London to find stability and a sense of relative peace.

In England, she discovered her artistic talents and completed several years of secondary education in fine art – eventually gaining attention as a visual artist, painter, and musician. In the early-2000s, Maya began to seriously explore her musical talents and used the internet and underground radio as the means to build her reputation as a unique and talented firebrand. Amidst her no-nonsense politics, however, critics from around the world heard a talent in the making.

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