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, ah I'm thankful Where I reach in life, man grow rough Ghetto youth, we 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 gun finger, buss a real one Then free butcher, we was raised on the real dons Not all these rassclart lil' suttin's, nah Black suit like I'm dressed for a killing Steppin' at ma aunties, something fresh we 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 bless club You can ask Demon and you can ask D Dubz Representin' East and the city for the city ones, uh I ain't a gangster but I rave with dem We both pop ten bottles of escapism I'm down for it (Hey, hey) We are reaching life (Hey), now man rule around (Hey, hey) Get the yout to fight the fight (Hey) Dem can't (Hey) hold me now (Hey) Can't hold me down (Hey, hey) Dem can't (Hey) hold me now (Hey) Can't hold me down (Hey), hold (Hey) Oh 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 getting guns out, man are getting 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 G sheakers looking gang there 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 For the dargs and kittys 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, I see we play the rhythm Plus I ain't baby sipping I'm in the V.I (Hey), I don't see none of them (Hey) Might see Ghetts (Hey), I see Post, I see Wretch (Hey, chillin', ooh) I see Bizzle (Hey), Don P, nuttin' less (Hey, wagwan?) Hollowman (Hey), that's my gun man friend (Hey, pump pump) I come here with a couple (Hey) money man friend (Hey, wheelie dem) So don't come here with (Hey) your bottle contest (Hey, problem) Every month (Hey), bills, every week, stress (Hey) But we blessed 'cause we made it out the S I'm down for it We are reaching life, man rule around Get the yout 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 Oh 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 Mad ting (Hey), don't play like Chucky Brown(Hey) Anywhere mi go (Hey), mi ever have it by mi side (Hey) Run up on the kid (Hey), that's suicide (Hey) My killie drew the .45 (Hey) and do the 35 (Hey, hey, oooh) Champagne poppin' at the crib (Hey, sweet, hey) Dem life, tell me wan' live (Hey) Fly guys summer (Hey) sent the kids out the ends (Hey, hey), but you can't take the ends out the kid (Hey)