Dance 4 Now

[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, man