Roll Up (BRAADES)

Brothers Maddest Bundas Looking like the maddest Do road no petrol Am gas no brakes though Ayee Young blood came straight from the manor Straight from Ghana Bad B wanna do that panna Got no manners Do road like Cantona Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Young blood came straight from the manor Straight from Ghana Bad B wanna do that panna Got no manners Do road like Cantona Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Aye Do it Do it Do it like the baddies Get food Get food from Raggas Rice and Peas God damn girl get off your knees I stride with ease Give thanks to your mothers Shout out to Mary Yeah Do it on her lonesome What On load like handsome Yeah Your girl wants me for ransom Give her no attention What Stand straight like a sergeant No space No margin Huh Am king like Merlin Yo Am killing the way Am killing the way Sharpen my garments I said I said ring the alarm I said I said ring the alarm Yeah We just enter the yard Just luggage and chit chat Roll with the hooligans I said enter the car I said I said enter the car Do road No sat-nav Aye Young blood came straight from the manor Straight from Ghana Bad B wanna do that panna Got no manners Do road like Cantona Roll up Roll up Roll up Young blood came straight from the manor Straight from Ghana Bad B wanna do that panna Got no manners Do road like Cantona Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Aye