Marco Del Horno - Ho! Riddim lyrics

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Marco Del Horno - Ho! Riddim lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook x2] 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!) [Verse 2] Swerve told me come and rip this one Gave me the pad and I writ this one See I'm known for the k**er 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Hook]