[Intro: Tinchy] Yeah, yeah They better start clack now Tinchy Stryder round mine right now They better start clack now Tinchy Stryder round mine right now They better start clack now Tinchy Stryder round mine right now Cloud 9, uh
[Verse 1: Tinchy] Line up, you ain't on the line-up, boy Don't act bright, you ain't in the limelight, boy Fall back, you ain't on the frontline, boy You talk hard ball, you're on the phone line, boy Oh boy, oh boy, I'm the golden boy Promise you there ain't no holding, boy I'm not folding, boy, run up on cliques On some James Bond shit with the golden toy In grime, done been the golden boy Promise you there ain't no holding, boy I'm not folding, boy, run up on cliques On some James Bond shit with the golden toy Outfits without the backpack, boy Dressed in style like the platinum boy Real talk, you best allow that boy In fact, he's here, let's allow that boy Feet to the ground, stick to the plan You're acting a clown, let's have a man You know me, I dun know you know me, man And there's not one thing you can show me, man I'm Stryderman, watch how I dark a man No attention-seeker, man They can't see me, man Keep it ninja, man, keep it ninja, man
[Hook: Tinchy] Yeah, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers And it's not a long ting, just gun fingers Yeah, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers And it's not a long ting, just gun fingers
[Verse 2: Tinchy] Uh, in E3 we pop the sickest loud We make the snoops and the whistlers proud Ask about me, man, they call me Cloud Sick show up at the illest crowd You missed the boat, long left the harbour Hope that you're coping, all that palaver Yeah, take a bow Here comes the best MC right now
[Verse 3: Rapid] Listen, uh, Strydes, I keep telling 'em Again and again, I'm quite savage with a pad and a pen Oh shit, I've gone and done it again I've got the girls putting up gun fingers like a ragga event It's like I'm back at a 10 I'm fully-equipped, you know I'm setting levels to this shit You keep chatting about there's something on your hip Next thing you're on it, then you're lying on the drip so So step back, who's that? E3 menace You had a hard life, but you don't know what hell is Said you're from the bits, you know who Beg is You don't know Shoot and you don't know Emmis If you come at my crew, you might perish I'm closer to heaven, stuck a full [?] I blow smoke at the sky, my eyes reddish Bars and bass is my fetish, let me see the, let me see the
[Hook: Tinchy] Yeah, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers And it's not a long ting, just gun fingers Yeah, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers And it's not a long ting, just gun fingersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
