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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riton
Riton
All Instruments
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Vocals
Vula
Vula
Vocals
jamal roach
jamal roach
Vocals
Abbie Adigun-Hammed
Abbie Adigun-Hammed
Vocals
Louise Bagan
Louise Bagan
Vocals
Joel LeBlanc
Joel LeBlanc
Keyboards
Jack Banjo Courtney
Jack Banjo Courtney
Trumpet
Tom Barford
Tom Barford
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Smithson
Henry Smithson
Lyrics
Narada Michael Walden
Narada Michael Walden
Composer
Samuel Robinson
Samuel Robinson
Lyrics
Kane Welsh
Kane Welsh
Lyrics
Gareth Kelly
Gareth Kelly
Lyrics
Bridgett Grace
Bridgett Grace
Composer
Anthony Srock
Anthony Srock
Lyrics
Jeff Mills
Jeff Mills
Composer
Dipesh Parmar
Dipesh Parmar
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Riton
Riton
Producer
Serge Courtois
Serge Courtois
Mixing Engineer
Dipesh Parmar
Dipesh Parmar
Editing Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Come with me to the dance floor You and me, 'cause that's what it's for Show me now what is it we got to be doing And the music in the house is so- Yo, let me tell ya about daylight robberies Raiding properties, kids in poverty Messed up morally, crooks and wannabes If we're gonna do it, then we do stuff properly Look at it cold, cold world, I'm stuck in it Same guy cookin' it, same guy pushin' it Boys don't stop 'til the boys on top YJ's watch got the streets on lock Yo, Clive, where you at, man? I'm boxed in big X-5, on my back but I lost it Come quick, Time, I'm here near Londis Ok, gimme two minutes, no long ting Jumped in his whip then we chipped Quick, Time, bro, let's dip straight out of the bits Duck the police, man, I'm bustin' it Tell 'em, "Look for me", goin' nuts with it Come with me to the dance floor You and me, 'cause that's what it's for Show me now what is it we got to be doing And the music in the house is so- Yo, let me tell ya about daylight robberies Raiding properties, kids in poverty Messed up morally, crooks and wannabes If we're gonna do it, then we do stuff properly Look at it cold, cold world, I'm stuck in it Same guy cookin' it, same guy pushin' it Boys don't stop 'til the boys on top YJ's watch got the streets on lock No tatties that I see Used to wear Nike and Y-3 Now it's Prada, Balenciaga Big sawn off, am I bad boy Charva? Am about, am about ask these lot These MC's can't keep up Big GK from the Bradford way No tatties 'round here, no time for games Kens with acres, black Bentayga's Nike Air trainers, boys get paper Sold out shows, tryna shut down stages Plant 'n' pot 'til the police try raid us Police can't catch us, divs get laughed at Pull up in a fast jag', matte black BBCC, not a brother like us Drugs, sex, drinkin' and a bit of violence Come with me to the dance floor You and me, 'cause that's what it's for Show me now what is it we got to be doing And the music in the house is so- Big pump action, whip no traction Big gold chains and hilltop mansions I ain't gonna stop 'til I got the lot 'Til I cop the drop, then I drop the top Right now when you're messin' with the best ov Big VD, your West Brom Lescott Little MC's get stepped on Pull up for the next store, watch how the S5 takes off Music in the house is- And the music in the house is- And the music in the house is- And the music in the house is- And the music in the house is- And the music in the house is- And the music in the house is- And the music- Come with me to the dance- Take me away Take me away Come with me
Writer(s): Narada Michael Walden, Henry Smithson, Kane Welsh, Gareth Kelly, Anthony James Srock, Samuel Robinson, Jeff Mills, Bridgett Achia Grace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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