Hoodie Allen, Tayyib Ali - Can't Hold Me Down lyrics

You know in the run in Anchorman
Where he's like "I’m serving up
Hot bacon and egg

Thank you, thank you for rocking out tonight
You could be anywhere in the
World you right here
I got my special guest, Tayyib Ali man

Yup, We bringing this all the
Way from the Key-stone state

Chilling in the Empire state 'til
We run the entire state

Sitting in my '97 Honda, Yolanda
Be cool, she just want to go to Benihana
These fools rocking in my mother fucking spot
Got a little bit of nerve and
A lot a bit of pot i can smell it while she
Hanging out the passenger side
Of her best friends ride
Now she trying just to holla at me
(No Scrubs) knows how to fight, cat fight
Punched her in the left eye
Chicks be getting feisty cause they
Fighting for the best guy
Yeah I'm bumping Biggie but I've
Never been to Bed Stuy
Counting out my money in a
Shoebox to my bedside
That's old school, no city bank
Got another girl all she listens
To is Chiddy Bang
Everyone around me keep complaining
That the city change
Listening to serious radio with
The silly face
All these bitches hatin' yeah I oughta
Name them Will & Grace
Gotta fat chance, I can fill the space

I said please, miss, I don't believe it
You touched me once I could feel it
Ain't no way that I'd ever leave it
We could float way up to the ceiling
They can't hold me down, they can't hold me
They can't hold me down, they can't hold me
They can't hold me down, they can't hold me
They can't hold me down, can't hold me down

Young boss man, they ain't heard of me though
Off top the convertable flow
And everywhere that I go i seem to need you
So you know I'm gonna to
Do anything I need to hold up
They say I changed
Picture that with a polaroid
We in the fast lane
You hear the motor roarin'
I had to pop-shove-it
Cause you went overboard
I left charlotte still ballin like I'm Okafor
And they know they can't hold me down
Hoodie we on top this go around'
It's hard to holla' at you
Cause I'm outta' town in the sky
But they manufacture me from the ground
Nineteen with the dream of having it all
I need big money, so I'm stacking it all
You be my main girl, and I can be a dog
You'd be here when I'm up
Just be down when I fall

Nowadays my phone don't ring
Text don't blow up
Head so big that my neck won't show up
But, I'm up and at 'em, keep it moving
Know the deal got a super bad broad but
She doing Jonah Hill and my suit is half off
And my ties all knotted
These hippies really love me
Because my buzz organic
They pick me at the market
Stick their pitchforks on it
Then they stick me in the garbage
Like the shit's got rotten
Man I'm sick to my stomach so
I guess I'm Johnny Appleseed
Warren Sapp on me the way
I go and tackle beats
Dude I meant I tackle bait
Fishing for these compliments
You Mickey D's with condiments
I'm Licky Lee with confidence
That's got me on these continents
I'm on to the next place got a little love
I don't even need a sex tape
Gotta' live it up, I don't even need an X-Ray
They see through all bull homie, exnay