Songtext Cant hold we down Kano

Cant hold we down

Everybody-ody-ody-ody
Needs somebody-ody-ody-ody
Everybody-ody-ody-ody
Needs somebody, somebody to love

Ahh-ahh
I'm thankful
Where I reach in life, cah man grow rough
Ghetto yute, wi fight di fight
Dem cyan hold wi now
Cyan hold wi down
Dem cyan hold wi now, ooh
Cyan hold wi down
Woi

Uh, buss a shot for a real one
I don't mean a gun finger, 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' at a aunties, something fresh we be whippin'
All black Range Rover, all black women
I bet the Daily Mail wan' photoshop a spliff in, aye
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 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 yute, wi fight di fight
Get the yout to fight the fight
Dem cyan hold wi now
Cyan hold wi down
Dem cyan hold wi now
Cyan hold wi down

Woi
Tell them a bad man ting
An a yard man ting
An 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 song wey ah sing like violin
I'm so god-damn 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 dawgs and kitties round here
But the gyal dem pretty round here (Oh gosh)
This is major living
Bore fruit like Bob with The Wailers with him
Champagne in the dance, I say we play the rhythm
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 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 ends

I'm thankful
Where I reach in life, cah man grow rough
Ghetto yute, wi fight di fight
Dem cyan hold wi now
Cyan hold wi down
Dem cyan hold wi now
Cyan hold wi down

Woi
Tell them a bad man ting
An a yard man ting
An a London ting
Bwoy dem wan' man fail
Dem nuh wan' man free
Dem nuh wan' man win
Dem know dem cyan violate
Cah mi have song wey ah sing like violin
I'm so god-damn blessed, everyday 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
Champagne pop inna di crib (Sweet)
Dem life, seh mi wan' live
Fly guy summer, sent the kids out the ends
But you can't take the ends out the kid