Here Come the Horns

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kemo The Blaxican] Step back when I bring the swing Like America's pastime To unload the lyrical just like a black nine Making it funky like a filled up hamper To make it more funky like a funk freak masta Plucked like a guitar string They so envious and jealous of the funk I bring It's the same silly face you let the radios dictate The fate of the album collection They can look in direction Puro delinquente section From sun up to sun down I harness my aggression On the corner of my left eye Now I can see 'em Thinking to yourself, damn I wish I could be him Wishing you could be me, fool that's hard as Bacardi You probably never touched the mic throughout backyard party Now ease on down, ease on down the road Like the Wiz, getting Loco with Biz Marco Polo Ha, you can't see me Ha, you can't be me Fool, this ain't easy Delinquent Habits' little something from the norm Now sit back and brace yourself [Chorus] Here come the horns Here come the horns Here come the horns [Verse 2: Ives Irie] Follow your senses to render the rolas that we create (Shit) You best line up your party potion to play this It's all I got i'm bent so let the stoney static Come in my side get deranged and leave the stage frantic Yo, they want party started, but whats gonna happen Sometimes the party ain't in me, don't really feel like rapping So I just burn to get wasted because the never tasted Put on their head to Hypnotic I got they eyes pasted So Mr. Light Man give them something psychedelic WhiIe I be dropping that **** so potent ya'll can smell it They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits giving They ipa record is elementary where i'm living You hit the streets, do what you do to keep yourself alive Me and mine, some berry wine pumping good time Through and through we true And all the shit we do Los Delinquentes Crew [Chorus] Here come the horns Here come the horns Here come the horns [Bridge: Kemo The Blaxican] El ritmo latino más fino es lo que traigo Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo Yo puedo más facil contigo sin mis amigos Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo Cálmate cuate, yo tengo razón Dime como quiere bronca con el más chingón A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente Si me cruzas wey te tumbo todos los dientes [Verse 3: Ives Irie] Once again Ives is coming, is public so you gonna check it out Sparking like a flame, my habits is what you read about I'm making them see my brazos is still flexing I am still claming, kicking, lower Eastside section Sneak you trying to bluff, fool your better fold up 'Cause if I take it wrong, you probably gonna get rolled up Delinquent Habits something out the norm So sit back and brace yourself [Chorus] Here come the horns Here come the horns Here come the horns