Can't Hold We Down (feat. Popcaan)

Everybody-ody-ody-ody

Needs somebody-ody-ody-ody

Everybody-ody-ody-ody

Needs somebody, somebody to love

Ahh

I'm thankful

Where I reach in life, 'cah man grow rough

Ghetto youth to fight the fight

Dem can't hold we now

Can't hold we down

Dem can't hold we now

Can't hold we down, hold

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 killin'

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, ay

This one, it got the summer on smash

Couple hundred plus VAT, do the 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 Dubz

Representin' East in a sea full of C1's, uh

I ain't a gangster but I rave with dem

We both pop ten bottles of escapism

I'm thankful

Where I reach in life, 'cah man grow rough

Ghetto youth to fight the fight

Dem can't hold me now

Can't hold me down

Dem can't hold me now

Can't hold me down, hold

Tell them a bad man ting and a yard man ting and a London ting

Boydem wan' man feel, they nah wan' man free, they nah wan' man win

Them know dem can't violate, cah mi have some way ah sing like violin

I'm so goddamn blessed everyday of mi life, I keep smiling

Used to play run house, every time the sun out

Now they're gettin' guns out, man are gettin' run down

Every new day, a new drama, something's gone down

Couple man gone in, a couple man just come out

Some Gucci loafers, we're going out out

Fuck Hakkasan, got J Sheekey's lookin' ganged out

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, can't 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 gyaldem pretty round here (Oh gosh)

This is major living

Bore fruit 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 sippin'

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 (Wagwan?)

Hollowman, that's my gun man 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 S

I'm thankful

Where I reach in life, 'cah man grow rough

Ghetto youth to fight the fight

Dem can't hold me now

Can't hold me down

Dem can't hold me now

Can't hold me down, hold

Tell them a bad man ting and a yard man ting and a London ting

Boydem wan' man feel, they nah wan' man free, they nah wan' man win

Them know dem can't violate, cah mi have some way ah sing like violin

I'm so goddamn blessed every day of mi life, I keep smiling

'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 (Ooh)

Champagne poppin' at the crib (Sweet)

Dem life, yah me wan' live

Fly-out summers take the kids out the ends

But you can't take the ends out the kid