Everybody-ody-ody-ody

Needs somebody-ody-ody-ody

Everybody-ody-ody-odyNeeds somebody, somebody to love

Ahh, ah

I′m thankful

Where I reach in life, man grow rough

Ghetto youth, we fight the fight

Dem can't hold we now

Can′t hold we down

Dem can't hold we now

Can't hold we down, hold

Uh, buss a shot for a real one

I don′t mean a gun finger, buss a real one

Then free butcher, we was raised on the real dons

Not all these rassclart lil′ suttin's, nah

Black suit like I′m dressed for a killing

Steppin' at ma aunties, something fresh we be whippin′

All black Range Rover, all black women

I bet the Daily Mail wan' photoshop a spliff in, ay

This one, it got the summer on smash

Couple hundred plus VAT, do the fucking quick maths

Out of character to gas but it′s facts, cuz

I was in Ayia Napa in bless club

You can ask Demon and you can ask D Dubz

Representin' East and the city for the city ones, uh

I ain't a gangster but I rave with dem

We both pop ten bottles of escapism

I′m down for it (Hey, hey)

We are reaching life (Hey), now man rule around (Hey, hey)

Get the yout to fight the fight (Hey)

Dem can′t (Hey) hold me now (Hey)

Can't hold me down (Hey, hey)

Dem can′t (Hey) hold me now (Hey)

Can't hold me down (Hey), hold (Hey)

Oh

Tell them a bad man ting and a yard man ting and a London ting

Boydem wan′ man feel, they nah wan' man free, they nah wan′ man win

Them know dem can't violate, cah mi have some way ah sing like violin

I'm so goddamn blessed everyday of mi life, I keep smiling

Used to play run house, every time the sun out

Now they′re getting guns out, man are getting run down

Every new day, a new drama, something′s gone down

Couple man gone in, a couple man just come out

Some Gucci loafers, we're going out out

Fuck Hakkasan, got G sheakers looking gang there

We don′t twist fingers and we don't wear bandanas

We just drink Henny from the bottle, call it bad manners

Yeah, we′re from bad manors, can't take the mickey round here

If a boy move iffy round here, might clip him round ear

For the dargs and kittys round here

But the gyaldem pretty round here (Oh gosh)

This is major living

Bore fruit like Bob with The Wailers with him

Champagne in the dance, I see we play the rhythm

Plus I ain′t baby sipping

I'm in the V.I (Hey), I don't see none of them (Hey)

Might see Ghetts (Hey), I see Post, I see Wretch (Hey, chillin′, ooh)

I see Bizzle (Hey), Don P, nuttin′ less (Hey, wagwan?)

Hollowman (Hey), that's my gun man friend (Hey, pump pump)

I come here with a couple (Hey) money man friend (Hey, wheelie dem)

So don′t come here with (Hey) your bottle contest (Hey, problem)

Every month (Hey), bills, every week, stress (Hey)

But we blessed 'cause we made it out the S

I′m down for it

We are reaching life, man rule around

Get the yout to fight the fight

Dem can't hold me now

Can′t hold me down

Dem can't hold me now

Can't hold me down, hold

Oh

Tell them a bad man ting and a yard man ting and a London ting

Boydem wan′ man feel, they nah wan′ man free, they nah wan' man win

Them know dem can′t violate, cah mi have some way ah sing like violin

I'm so goddamn blessed every day of mi life, I keep smiling

Mad ting (Hey), don′t play like Chucky Brown(Hey)

Anywhere mi go (Hey), mi ever have it by mi side (Hey)

Run up on the kid (Hey), that's suicide (Hey)

My killie drew the .45 (Hey) and do the 35 (Hey, hey, oooh)

Champagne poppin′ at the crib (Hey, sweet, hey)

Dem life, tell me wan' live (Hey)

Fly guys summer (Hey) sent the kids out the ends

(Hey, hey), but you can't take the ends out the kid (Hey)