Tinchy Stryder - Dance 4 Now Lyrics
HaYeah man, I can't- I can't even feel my legs man, I swear, likeHa, it's l- it's like I had too much to drink this time round, man, I swear, man, I swearYeah, you can tell I'm the one when I enterI'm T I N to the C H YOn there on the mic, 1, 2, check itGiving them old school flows when I enterWhy is there boys all hype in the centreNot us, we're nice in the danceFind one spot then we'll dance in the danceWhile them man are barging about in the centreStep in there, fresh crep in thereStandard ting that I'm repping, yeahMan like don't get me vex in thereLook, take time or try your flex in thereYeah, I'm nice, I'm liveI'm backing shots down, had about fiveAnd we bring the vibes insideWe buy drinks at the bar all night, 'cosFam, it's nothing, manBlow that haze, it's nothing, manSkank on stage, it's nothing, manTell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, manWe bop in the back of the danceWe bop, look, fold up your armsAnd bop, raise one finger highThen bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, manYeah, I'm really that guyWalking around like I'm really that liveBe easy, jam, are you really that high?Nah, no we don't believe that lieLook, look, tell 'em it's showtimeIt's Ruff Sqwad here, waste no timeFrom East London where the mandem areBoop, boop, boop, boopThat's reload timeWhen I come past girls say "oh myLook, that Cloud 9 boy, he's so fly"But I ain't really down with the hype talk, rudegirlGoonish, fam, I'm so highAnd I grind and stackSummertime, bring out a grand and splashWasteman haters, they don't won't do air manWhat they gonna say?What they gonna say? Stryder's flashFam, it's nothing, manWe blow that haze, it's nothing, manSkank on stage, it's nothing, manTell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, manWe bop in the back of the danceWe bop, fold up your armsAnd bop, raise one finger highThen bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, manYeah, Strydes, I'm movingFrontman of the Ruff Sqwad movementLook, it's like bare MC's tryna catch upTake two lefts then I lose themAnd I'm wide awake, I'm not sleeping or snoozingOut my way, I'm like beeping and tootingAnd I'm in full flight like fifth gearThem man are still in gear two, cruisingSerious like AdenugaLook, don't believe me, doubt meI'll roll to your bits with ridersThem man, them done a boy with a LugerI'm a Ghanian soldier reppingG time all day, no messingYeah, you can tell it's a straight up blessingCouz, I'm living like a star when I'm steppingFam, it's nothing, manWe blow that haze, it's nothing, manSkank on stage, it's nothing, manTell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, manIt's nothing, manIt's nothing, manBlow that haze, it's nothing, manSkank on stage, it's nothing, manTell 'em that riddim, it's nothing, manWe bop in the back of the danceWe bop, look, fold up your armsAnd bop, raise one finger highThen bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, manWe bop in the back of the danceWe bop, look, fold up your armsAnd bop, raise one finger highThen bop, look tell 'em it's nothing, man
