Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Nobody Hold Me Down, artist - P. Diddy.
Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Song language: English
Can't Nobody Hold Me Down |
Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it’s hot wax |
Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right) |
Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like |
Bad Boy ain’t got tracks (nigga stop that) |
There’s no guy slicker than this young fly nigga |
Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh) |
This fed time outta town pie flipper |
Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper |
Everbody want to be fast, see the cash |
Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash |
Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash) |
Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe) |
I’m through with bein a player and a baller |
Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her |
Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you’re vexed |
Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette |
Got green never seen so you suck my jewels |
Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise |
Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (that's right) |
Goodfellas, you know you can’t touch us dudes |
Don’t push us, cause we’re close to the, edge |
We’re tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah |
Verse Two: Mase |
Broken glass everywhere *glass shatters* |
if it ain’t about the money, Puff, I just don’t care (that's right) |
I’m that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys |
Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I |
(Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah?) |
Puff why try? |
I’m a thug, I’ma die high |
I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey |
Brothers ain’t worthy to rock my derby |
Though I’m never drugged, I’m the venom in the club, G Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh) |
Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy? |
(yeah) |
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly? |
(c'mon) |
Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes |
Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (uhh) |
I’m like, Damn, how these niggaz got they trust? |
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife? |
Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me? |
Or he got his Ph. D; |
Player Hater’s Degree? |
(Ahaha!) |
Chorus: Mase, Puff Daddy |
Can’t nobody take my pride |
Uh-uh, uh-uh |
Can’t nobody hold me down… ohh no I got to keep on movin |
Verse Three: Mase |
Quit that! |
(uh-huh) You a big cat? |
(yeah) |
Where your chicks at? |
(yeah) Where your whips at? |
(where dey at?) |
Wherever you get stacks, I’ma fix that |
Everything that’s big dreams, I did that (that's right) |
Don’t knock me cause you’re boring |
I’m record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring |
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me cause their words just don’t offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh) |
We spend cheese, in the West Indies |
Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe) |
You name it, I could claim it Young, black, and famous, with money hangin out the anus |
And when you need a hit, who you go and get? |
(who?) |
Bet against us? |
(Not a sure bet) |
We make hits that’ll rearrange your whole set (that's right) |
and got a Benz that I ain’t even drove yet |
Don’t push us, cause we’re close to the, edge |
We’re tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah |
I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder |
Why you wanna take us under |
Why you wanna take us under |
Chorus: repeat to fade |