Lyrics Ho! Riddim - Marco Del Horno, Swerve, P. Money

Ho! Riddim - Marco Del Horno, Swerve, P. Money
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ho! Riddim, artist - Marco Del Horno
Date of issue: 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

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