paroles de chanson Can't Hold We Down (feat. Popcaan) - Kano , 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)
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