Rollin'

[Intro] A Maniac production [Verse 1: Tinchy Stryder] Ruff Sqwad frontliner, the tip-top rhymer Oh, I must say I'm cold And I get bread so they call me loaf You're there time-wasting, get involved I go hard, erection flow, no homo Look, Star in the Hood is the logo And the goons are road Drive by, drive by, rented Golf Yo, back to the mic, I'm pro I'm freestyling, I'm styling loads He's claiming it's a lot he sold 'Til I stop rhyming, there is no hope Oh, and I must say it's Bow Stroudley Walk to the D-block roads Flee Gang, we slang, speak in code Oh yeah, Roachee's back on road [Verse 2: Roachee] Oh yeah, Roachee's back on road; they're like "oh no" [?] these bozos Think they're big but they call the po-po I'm the most boasty MC on road so take a photo When I say I'm serial I ain't talking about Coco Pops I escaped from the blocks, invade no box They can't see me through the shades I've got They ain't got a clue about papes I drop Or some of the ladies I wok, I'm a boss [?] to get paid, I rock They let me through the gates and the game's mine And I'm coming through with a whole heap of maniacs Until I'm old and grey like Dot Cotton I be Roach, that wrong'un Catch me coming out of your baby mum's block, yeah, we're [Chorus: Tinchy Stryder] We're easy, rolling We're inside controlling Keep them cameras rolling Moonwalk, it's why we're balling We're easy, rolling We're inside controlling Keep them cameras rolling Moonwalk, it's why we're balling [Verse 3: Tinchy Stryder] I'm nice on the microphone They're lame, he's blatantly swag as oh Nah, serious, he's got the swaggest flow Fading out, my name's in bold I work out on the mic, I'm training No hype on the mic, just draining I'm alright though, I'm not complaining I set him up then bang, frame him You see me? I'm in the league, they're training I protect the goal like Layman Ruff Sqwad man dem, we still run them I can actually say that was reigning Now you know that I spray, reload On mic, on shows, on stage, they froze Well, I guess they know See me in person, the swagger's cold [Verse 4: Roachee] They say I got a handful of hoes, I ain't That's too much aggro for Roach Got a bagful of flows, you ain't goons I know a bagful of those Some of these youts out here think they're bad pon the road But I've got something in my rucksack for them though I was banned from the zones but I'm back for them, yo Them boy know I've got something in my pants for them Got bars that'll make an MC collapse and dead Don't hype when I'm 'ere, relax instead Like I do with yats in bed I'm bad in ends so it's that times ten Drive by, drive by, stolen Benz Don't be a wise guy and phone the feds Just turn a blind eye when you see the fly guy Fly by and hold a meds, yeah, G [Chorus: Tinchy Stryder] We're easy, rolling We're inside controlling Keep them cameras rolling Moonwalk, it's why we're balling We're easy, rolling We're inside controlling Keep them cameras rolling Moonwalk, it's why we're balling