[Intro] Yeah man, I can't- I can't even feel my legs man, I swear, like Ha, it's l- it's like I had too much to drink this time round, man, I swear, man, I swear
[Verse 1] Yeah, you can tell I'm the one when I enter I'm T-I-N to the C-H-Y On there on the mic, 1, 2, check it Giving them old school flows when I enter Why is there boys all hype in the centre Not us, we're nice in the dance Find one spot then we'll dance in the dance While them man are barging about in the centre Step in there, fresh crep in there Standard ting that I'm repping, yeah Man like don't get me vex in there Look, take time or try your flex in there Yeah, I'm nice, I'm live I'm backing shots down, had about five And we bring the vibes inside We buy drinks at the bar all night, 'cos
[Hook] Fam, it's nothing, man Blow that haze, it's nothing, man Skank on stage, it's nothing, man Tell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, man We bop in the back of the dance We bop, look, fold up your arms And bop, raise one finger high Then bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, man
[Verse 2] Yeah, I'm really that guy Walking around like I'm really that live Be easy, jam, are you really that high? Nah, no we don't believe that lie Look, look, tell 'em it's showtime It's Ruff Sqwad here, waste no time From East London where the mandem are Boop, boop, boop, boop That's reload time When I come past girls say "oh my Look, that Cloud 9 boy, he's so fly" But I ain't really down with the hype talk, rudegirl Goonish, fam, I'm so high And I grind and stack Summertime, bring out a grand and splash Wasteman haters, they don't won't do air man What they gonna say? What they gonna say? Stryder's flash
[Hook] Fam, it's nothing, man We blow that haze, it's nothing, man Skank on stage, it's nothing, man Tell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, man We bop in the back of the dance We bop, fold up your arms And bop, raise one finger high Then bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, man
[Verse 3] Yeah, Strydes, I'm moving Frontman of the Ruff Sqwad movement Look, it's like bare MC's tryna catch up Take two lefts then I lose them And I'm wide awake, I'm not sleeping or snoozing Out my way, I'm like beeping and tooting And I'm in full flight like fifth gear Them man are still in gear two, cruising Serious like Adenuga Look, don't believe me, doubt me I'll roll to your bits with riders Them man, them done a boy with a Luger I'm a Ghanian soldier repping G time all day, no messing Yeah, you can tell it's a straight up blessing Couz, I'm living like a star when I'm stepping
[Outro] Fam, it's nothing, man We blow that haze, it's nothing, man Skank on stage, it's nothing, man Tell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, man (It's nothing, man) It's nothing, man Blow that haze, it's nothing, man Skank on stage, it's nothing, man Tell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, man We bop in the back of the dance We bop, look, fold up your arms And bop, raise one finger high Then bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, man We bop in the back of the dance We bop, look, fold up your arms And bop, raise one finger high Then bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
