Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calm Down, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Calm Down |
| Yo 1 question, where U know Me from? |
| On 40 Duce, got cought with that loaded gun |
| Sereal scratched Cop Killa U know tha gun, only fear I had wouldn’t know My Son. |
| Would of told My Son, who tha hell could doubt Me, rather see Me in a cell |
| then they tell U bout Me |
| In DC yo, they cought Me sippin (drunk), at tha light 1 howard night they |
| cought Me slippin, couple shots, took off skippin, co-operate nah My name ain’t |
| Rico (U got Me fucked up!) |
| Look Chico, Killa tryin to duck tha repo, racketeering, steering + tub prodigo |
| What up Amigo, yeah key pasa, New Yetty is My City Mi Casa |
| Sqeeze? |
| calm down, no need, nada |
| They’re desert apple pie, peach cobbler |
| Get tha cool whip, I keep tha tool gripped, got guns that’s longer than a pool |
| stick, the front gate, tha backyard & pool sick but when tha Jewels drip I’m a |
| fool Dip |
| Strip club in tha crib not just a pole, lights flash mirrors up, |
| disco ball (tha whole shabang) & I just go ball |
| Act skitzo ya’ll, dude 7ft ask how I get so tall |
| (Hook:) |
| Somebody better pray 4 em B4 I get feed up & I lay 4 |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down!, Wooh-sah |
| Uh! |
| Somebody better warn tha kid B4 I call 4 a breach & I storm tha Crib! |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down!, Wooh-sah |
| Uh! |
| Crack, I wrap it in plastic, pass it |
| CDs I wrap it in plastic Classic (classic) |
| Atheus, Muslim, Catholic, Baptist respect all (respect all) math on mathematics |
| (Wow) |
| Mastered My craft cashed in from the tatics |
| Moving forward they say My ass is backwards (how is that?) |
| Sit back, relax laugh at the bastards (lol) |
| Show em how We ball with out having a basket |
| But your family, they gonna be acting dramatic |
| «Look a You BooHoo! |
| «as they passin Your casket |
| Rumor had it, you got attacked by a savage (animal sounds), true story, |
| his melon got cracked 4 tha cabbage |
| Like UPS yeah I’m back to My tatics (back 2 it) |
| Get it anywhere, I’ll even plaster a package |
| The Feds check every FedEx (that's true) |
| Fuck tha stash box put in your head rest & I’ll come to your door, |
| where your head rest, I Don’t understand no give Me a yes, Yes! |
| Huh! |
| I don’t even know what maybe mean, Young Girls Lip Gloss Old Chicks Maybelline |
| Mid 20's Mami, pull out your Mac stick, Me I’m still on the corner with chapped |
| lips (chapped lips) I ain’t even got a 80cent Chapstick but I |
| Got a 2 piece & you’ll get jacked Quick! |
| (Hook:) |
| Somebody better pray 4 em B4 I get feed up & I lay 4 |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down!, Wooh-sah |
| Uh! |
| Somebody better warn tha kid B4 I call 4 a breach & I storm tha Crib! |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down, Wooh-sah |
| Calm down!, Wooh-sah |