Can't Hold We Down
by Kano

Album: Hoodies All Summer (2019)
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  • 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
    Cah man grew up rough
    Ghetto yute 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 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 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 thankful (hey, hey)
    Where I reach in life (hey)
    Cah man grew up rough (hey, hey)
    Ghetto yute ew fight the fight (hey)
    Dem can't (hey) hold we now (hey)
    Can't hold me down (hey, hey)
    Dem can't (hey) hold we now (hey)
    Can't hold we down (hey), hold (hey)

    Tell dem 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, that's how we play the rhythm
    Money pull up, make a jockey jack our favorite lyrics
    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 thankful
    Where I reach in life
    Cah man grew up rough
    Ghetto yute 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

    Oi
    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 (hey), ugly like Chucky bride (hey)
    Anywhere mi go (hey), mi ever have it pon mi side (hey)
    Run up on the kid (hey), that's suicide (hey)
    My killy draw 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) Writer/s: Andrae Hugh Sutherland, Blue May, Cleveland Browne, Clifton Bailey, Jodi Milliner, Kane Robinson, Wycliffe Johnson
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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