Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ho! Riddim , by - Marco Del HornoRelease date: 23.09.2010
Record label: Black Butter
Song language: English
Ho! Riddim |
| They wanna know how I’m so high without weed in the system |
| If it ain’t grime or dub I stay distant |
| If crossover was a genre called cross |
| Them lot would believe it more than a Christian |
| They can’t see me in the distance |
| My CD sells out in an instant |
| I give anybody what they want every year |
| Call me Santa, Merry Christmas (ho ho ho, ho!) |
| Yo they shoulda listened |
| Now I’m about to blow up like a piston |
| There’s a war against cheesy music |
| And me and my fans are the resistance |
| I’m real when I talk to the infants |
| Can’t wet me, P’s water resistant |
| Funny families wanna test me |
| I laugh cause they’re just real life Simpsons |
| I’m sick, every line the crowd’s like (HEY!) |
| I don’t get rolled or stacked like (HEY!) |
| Listen, learn then repeat (HEY!) |
| When you hear the metaphor, shout out (HO!) |
| Now I go back to (HEY!) |
| First line, second line, third line (HEY!) |
| Come on, keep the vibe going (HEY!) |
| When you hear the fourth bar, shout out (HO!) |
| Swerve told me come and rip this one |
| Gave me the pad and I writ this one |
| See I’m known for the killer metaphors |
| That’ll murder the beat and I’ll have any witness stunned |
| P, I gets it done |
| The best times three, I’m tripling sums |
| Flow is amazing, so stupid |
| Man are like how did it get this dumb? |
| Can’t lift this one |
| Wanna tango? |
| Get your hip disc slumped |
| This guy’s a wally, I looked in the book bare times |
| Can’t believe I missed this one |
| Never shoulda picked this one |
| Handsome, girls wanna kiss this one |
| I pull girls, the only pulling you’re gonna do |
| Is when your spliff gets bun |
| I’m the emcee emcees can’t stand |
| I make 'em all sit down like they can’t stand |
| If you can’t cope at the deep end |
| Holla at me, I’ll make you float better than armbands |
| I serve more than a barman |
| Man of the jungle, call me Tarzan |
| Had a crash in March so I don’t drive |
| But I’m flying, I don’t need a car fam |
| Gone, can’t catch him |
| Too big for labels, can’t snatch him |
| Everybody wants me, I bring cash in |
| I bet on myself, bring cash in |
| P, I’m a captain |
| Your air, my air is a max ting |
| When it comes to girls I see bare head |
| Like it’s a no hoods or hat ting |