"Can't Hold Me Down" lyrics
Z-Ro & Mike D Lyrics
(feat. Oticia Redmond)
Shout out to all the haters man
If it wasn't for y'all it wouldn't be us
Haha
Let's go
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
I started with a $25 wholesale
Up and down South man, in and out of hotels
No sleep, 'til all the rocks
And when the blocks came, I put the whole block on
Still remember yesterday that knife to my neck
No hesitation, grabbed the tech and I earned my respect
That's why it's tatted on my arm, rep the body count
Before you judge a book, better know what a Gangsta bout
I paid dues my nigga, and then some
Skipped states, and jumped bond, and got money on the run
Seen a lot of real niggas sitting in them cells
While you fuck boys still on the streets getting mail
Working with them white folks, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout
Have a nigga on the inside looking out
Time sheet looking like a football number
Niggas stressing like a motherfucker, missing his youngin'
I thank God for my haters, y'all made me who I am
Probably still be in the kitchen, still ? grams
3 microwaves, 72 jars
2 Pac state of mind, man against all odds
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
I'm just a street nigga from Houston, Texas
The same one that used to eat nothing for breakfast
My memory's so fucked up, I wish I could forget it
The memory I'm building now, is get up and go get it
I remember I told y'all motherfuckers, one day Ima be rich
Also, I remember y'all motherfuckers telling me, I ain't never gone be shit
Y'all motherfuckers 30-something, ain't never moved out y'all mama's house
Fuck being someone's roommate, I just hustled until I got a house
Bitch, I'm a boss
Like, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, that's the way y'all was laughing at me
Now, when you see me in my ride, why the fuck y'all ain't laughing at me
Close your mouth, I can fit my whole arm in there
Spend one hundred dollars when I sit in my barber's chair
I got kicked out my father's house, without a father there
Ended up in the penitentiary, but I found my Lord in there
So, I guess you can say my doing bad did me some good
Haters hated me straight to the money, it feels so good
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
If it wasn't for y'all it wouldn't be us
Haha
Let's go
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
I started with a $25 wholesale
Up and down South man, in and out of hotels
No sleep, 'til all the rocks
And when the blocks came, I put the whole block on
Still remember yesterday that knife to my neck
No hesitation, grabbed the tech and I earned my respect
That's why it's tatted on my arm, rep the body count
Before you judge a book, better know what a Gangsta bout
I paid dues my nigga, and then some
Skipped states, and jumped bond, and got money on the run
Seen a lot of real niggas sitting in them cells
While you fuck boys still on the streets getting mail
Working with them white folks, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout
Have a nigga on the inside looking out
Time sheet looking like a football number
Niggas stressing like a motherfucker, missing his youngin'
I thank God for my haters, y'all made me who I am
Probably still be in the kitchen, still ? grams
3 microwaves, 72 jars
2 Pac state of mind, man against all odds
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
I'm just a street nigga from Houston, Texas
The same one that used to eat nothing for breakfast
My memory's so fucked up, I wish I could forget it
The memory I'm building now, is get up and go get it
I remember I told y'all motherfuckers, one day Ima be rich
Also, I remember y'all motherfuckers telling me, I ain't never gone be shit
Y'all motherfuckers 30-something, ain't never moved out y'all mama's house
Fuck being someone's roommate, I just hustled until I got a house
Bitch, I'm a boss
Like, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, that's the way y'all was laughing at me
Now, when you see me in my ride, why the fuck y'all ain't laughing at me
Close your mouth, I can fit my whole arm in there
Spend one hundred dollars when I sit in my barber's chair
I got kicked out my father's house, without a father there
Ended up in the penitentiary, but I found my Lord in there
So, I guess you can say my doing bad did me some good
Haters hated me straight to the money, it feels so good
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
