Can`t Nobody Hold Me Down lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy featuring Mase 
Song : Can`t Nobody Hold Me Down
 


Verse One: Mase

Now its on.. on the hot
track
Melt like its hot wax
Put it out, all
the stores
Bet you could shop that
Leave a
nigga with a hot hat
Frontin like Bad Boy..
and got tracks
(Nigga stop that)
There's no
guy slicker than this young fly
nigga
Nickel-Nine Nigga, floss you die
quicker
The fed time, outta town pie
flipper
Turned Cristal into a Crooked Ide's
sipper
Everybody want to be fast.. see the
cash
Fuck around a weak staff
Get a heat
rash
Anything in Bad Boy way, we smash
(smash)
Hundred feet stash
Push a
bulletproof E-Class
I'm through with being a
playa' and a baller
Just loan me one bad bit
so I can sparlah
Mase wanna be the one you
respect
Keep 'em in your decks
Rock Versace
silks over spilled Brunette
Got green, never
seen
So you suck my jewels
Clutch my
ooze
Anything I touch I bruise
Puff make
his own Lord
Nigga, fuck your rules (That's
right)
Goodfellas.. you know you can't touch
this dude

Chorus:

Don't push
us
Cuz were close to the...edge
Were tryin
not to lose our head
Uh...hah
hah...hah

I get the feelin sometimes, it
make me wonder
Why you wanna take us
under
Why you wanna take us
under
(x2)

Can't nobody take my
pride
Can't nobody hold me down...Oh no
I
got to keep on movin

Verse Two:
Mase

Broken glass.. everywhere
If it
ain't about no money, Puff I just don't
care
I'm that goodfella, fly guy
Sometime
wiseguy
Spend time in H-A-W-A, I-I
(Mase,
can you please stop smokin 'La La')
Puff why
try...I'm a thug, I'm a die high
I be out in
Jersey, puffin hershey
Brothers ain't worthy
to rock my derby
No, I'm never drugged, honey
when I'm in the club, G
Though I know the thug
be wantin to slug me
Could it be I move as
smooth as Bugsy
Or be at the bar with too much
bubbly
Naw, I think it must be the girls, want
to lust me
Or is it simply, the girls just
love me
(Brothers wanna)
Rock my
Rolls
Rock my clothes
Rock my ice
Pull
out glocks
Stop my light
I'm like damn how
these niggas got the cut
Used to be my man,
how you gonna plot on my wife
Do you think,
you snake me.. cuz he hate me
Or you got a
P-H-D
Player Haters
Degree

Chorus

Verse Three:
Mase

Quit that (uh huh)
You a big cat
(yeaaa)
Where your chicks at (where)
Where
your whips at (where they at)
Wherever you get
stacks, I'm a fix that
Everything mass big
dreams...I did that
Don't knock me cuz your
borin'
I'm record sales soarin.. straight
tourin
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hand
me
Cuz their words just don't offend me
We
spend cheese, In the West Indies
Then come
home to plenty, Cream Bentleys
You name it.. I
can claim it
Young black and famous
Wit'
money hangin out their anus
And when you need
a hit.. who you gonna get
Bet against us.. not
a sho' bet
We made hits that'll rearrange your
whole set
And got a Benz, that I ain't even
drove
yet

Chorus

Outro:

*(Repeats
and fades til end)
Can't nobody take my
pride
Can't nobody hold me down.. Oh no
I
got to keep on movin