Hol’ It Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Riddla] Yeah. Check dis. Y'know Tropical shit, y'know? Like the juice that you be drinking in the morning Alright, check [Verse 1: Riddla] To my boys that hassle banks like Jimmy Floyd NatWest, TSB, Lloyds and Abbey, make some noise, oi oi To my Yoruban gs and Ghanaians that speak twi With more paper than Fleet Street, free I want cash like the UK GDP, made legally Money works for me, my best employee Who will fend for me when I'm rundown and need pals ?????? nicer cos I'm that much wiser You might be earning sterling but ain't a cash analyzer Girls heard I'm from Niger and think I'm far from a miser But I say I'm Ghanaian and don't end up paying But I say I'm Ghanaian and don't end up paying! [Chorus: Roots Manuva] We just hol' it up If you got weed you just roll it up If you're drinking Tennent's you should sober up Got a hole in your sock you better sew that up No shame in our game, put the Mo' in a cup We move and strut Yeah, we walking with lady luck Never gonna dead no stinking bruck Yo! Ah who dem a try fi come chat [Verse 2: Roots Manuva] Yo, check out my venomous thought (for real) My front teeth gnashing over minimal keys Just give me my cheese Let the bwana proceed with a good heart structure Jog to the riddim, head bop to the riddim Bust a one foot skank and see signs in the riddim We drinking this wine and we smoking this skunk And all of a sudden I felt my heartbeat jump Is it the Holy Ghost, or weed psychosis Something got me feeling like a modern day Moses People might laugh as I walk with my staff True they never knew I just took my purple bath Banana hope, banana boat, Banana Klan International shock ting, seeds from the motherland Spanning the planet with extension of love Spanning the planet with extension of dub Summa dem ah butterfly summa dem ah grub! [Chorus: Roots Manuva] We just hol' it up If you got weed you just roll it up If you're drinking Tennent's you should sober up Got a hole in your sock you better sew that up No shame in our game, put the Mo' in a cup We move and strut Yeah, we walking with lady luck Never gonna dead no stinking bruck Yo! Ah who dem a try fi come chat [Outro: Riddla] ?????????, Roots Manuva Trying to make the grands like Puba This is how we do it, you nahmean Never done, still having fun Been a kipper since I was a nipper, yeah