Dance 4 Now Lyrics & Tabs by Tinchy Stryder
Dance 4 Now
guitar chords lyrics
Ha
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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, man
