Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Nobody Hold Me Down, artist - Puff Daddy. Date of issue: 11.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |