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Can't Nobody Hold Me Down Lyrics by Puff Daddy
Can't Nobody Hold Me Down by Puff Daddy
Yo yo this Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always with they b**ch
Then you got niggaz that just don't like me
You know the those P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of sh*t but I back it up though
see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop sh*t
But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy sh*t
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
If you wanna dance, we dance
Verse One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk sh*t, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot sh*t, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the b**ch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without handin me my sh*t
Got plans to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this sh*t
Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken words by Puff
Been around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say what?]
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us hated [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids
all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'
It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ slight modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get yours
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after these messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
and he's still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell them niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin all that new jack sh*t
Yo we don't play, we don't play that sh*t youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullsh*t, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that sh*t, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer neither
And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the sh*t that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
That's the sh*t that got me mad!
That's the sh*t, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the sh*t that feds me up
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the foul language)
I'm watchin this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and sh*t
like that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and sh*t
I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE f**k IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the f**kin car!
(One more time)
Let me see you try that sh*t on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that sh*t on a f**kin train
What kind of sh*t, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my sh*t is jumpin, I got John Blaze sh*t...