Can't Hold We Down - Kano, Popcaan

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

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

Hoii, champagne pop inna di crib (Sweet)

Dem life yah mi wan' live

Fly guy summer, sent the kids out the ends

But you can’t take the ends out the kid