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