Can’t Hold We Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Capleton (Sample)] Everybody-ody-ody-ody Needs somebody-ody-ody-ody Everybody-ody-ody-ody Needs somebody, somebody to love [Chorus: Popcaan] I'm thankful Where I reach in life 'Cah man grow rough Ghetto yute to fight di fight Dem cyaan hold wi now Cyaan hold wi down Dem cyaan hold wi now, ooh Cyaan hold wi down Woi [Verse 1: Kano] Uh, buss a shot for a real one I don't mean a gunfinger, buss a real one Dem free Buju, we was raised on the real dons Not all these rassclart lil' sumn's, nah Black suit like I'm dressed for a killing Steppin' out with auntie, something fresh she be whippin' All-black Range Rover, all black women I bet the Daily Mail wan' photoshop a spliff in, ayy This one here got the summer on smash Couple hundred plus VAT, do your fucking quick maths Out of character to gas but it's facts, cuz I was in Ayia Napa in Gas Club You can ask Demon and you can ask D Doubz Representin' East in a sea full of C1s, uh I ain't a gangster but I rave with dem We both pop ten bottles of escapism [Chorus: Popcaan] I'm thankful Where I reach in life 'Cah man grow rough Ghetto yute to fight di fight Dem cyaan hold wi now Cyaan hold wi down Dem cyaan hold wi now Cyaan hold wi down, woi [Bridge: Popcaan] Tell dem a bad man ting And a yard man ting and a London ting Bwoy dem wan' man fail Dem nuh wan' man free, dem nuh wan' man win Dem know dem can't violate Cah mi have something weh ah sing like violin I'm so goddamn blessed Everyday of mi life, I keep smiling [Verse 2: Kano] Used to play run-outs every time the sun out Now they're getting guns out, man are getting run down Every new day, a new drama, something's gone down Couple man gone in, but a couple man just come out So Gucci loafers, we're going out out Fuck Hakkasan, got J Sheekey's looking ganged out But we don't twist fingers and we don't wear bandanas We just drink Henny from the bottle, call it bad manners Yeah, we're from bad manors, cyaan take the mickey round here If a boy move iffy 'round here, might clip him 'round ear Full of dogs and kitties round here But the gyal dem pretty round here (Oh gosh!) This is major living Bore through like Bob with The Wailers with him Champagne in the dance ah suh we Plague the riddim Money pull up, make a jockey jack our favourite lyrics Plus I ain't baby sipping I'm in the V.I, I don't see none of them (Weh dem deh?) Might see Ghetts, I see Post, I see Wretch (Chillin', ooh) I see Bizzle, Dom P, nuttin' less (Wah gwan?) Hollowman, that's my gunman friend (Pump, pump) I come here with a couple money man friend (Wheelie dem) So don't come here with your bottle contest (Problem) Every month, bills, every week, stress But we blessed 'cause we made it out the ends [Chorus: Popcaan] I'm thankful Where I reach in life 'Cah man grow rough Ghetto yute to fight di fight Dem cyaan hold wi now Cyaan hold wi down Dem cyaan hold wi now Cyaan hold wi down, woi [Bridge: Popcaan] Tell dem a bad man ting And a yard man ting and a London ting Bwoy dem wan' man fail Dem nuh wan' man free, dem nuh wan' man win Dem know dem can't violate Cah mi have something weh ah sing like violin I'm so goddamn blessed Everyday of mi life, I keep smiling [Outro: Kano & Popcaan] 'Matic ugly like Chucky bride Anywhere mi go, mi ever have it pon mi side Run up on the kid, that's suicide My killy drawn the .45 and do the 35 Champagne pop inna di crib (Sweet) Dem life yah mi wan' live Fly-out summers take the kids out the ends But you can't take the ends out the kid