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 |