Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calm Down, artist - Mash Out Posse. Album song Mash out Posse, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fast Life
Song language: English
Calm Down |
7−1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggas? |
New York you ready for this shit? |
I don’t think so motherfucker |
Yeah! |
M., O., P.!! |
For life! |
Radio. |
niggas never play us! |
(FiYAHHHH!!!) |
Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh. |
Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!) |
Survivors of the struggle Duke |
Don’t be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise |
You fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys |
(Billy) that’s the nigga name, he been trained |
To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs |
He’s a sinner with no shame, he’s addicted to the pain |
He’s restricted from the games, he’s for real |
You’ve been missin the man |
Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze |
(Praise him) the most highest |
He’s stuck on the street like car tires, First Family |
(What y’all niggas wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn |
Til his motherfuckin life expire |
Listen this world revolves around, niggas that rob |
And steal and deal and, kill for thrills and |
How could you refuse the Danze? |
(It's hard to confuse the Danze) He’s a very unusual man |
With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine |
Just gimme mine, you understand? |
Yo, it’s the legendary M.O.P |
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don’t hear me though |
Calm down! |
(Get back!) |
Calm, down! |
(Get, back!) |
And we have the constitutional rights |
To bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm |
So; |
calm down! |
(Get back!) |
Calm, down! |
(Get, back!) |
Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON) |
You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm |
I got cats like you wild, you mad |
I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag |
Look — y’all niggas is bitch-made, switchblades |
Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid |
BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low |
You ain’t a cowboy, sit down, play the hump ho |
(EASE BACK!) Fall, back |
See this nine M-double? |
All, black |
Everybody’s a killer; |
y’all, wack |
Here’s a clip full you can have all, that |
In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap |
Aluminum bats around niggas heads |
YOU SEE IT! |
Brooklyn you heard? |
I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd |
Y’all niggas act like y’all came here to shoot |
I kick ALL Y’ALL ass, with the same pair of boots |
Witness the game unfurl, don’t be another |
(REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world |
It’s the legendary M.O.P |
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don’t hear me though |
Calm down! |
(Get back!) |
Calm, down! |
(Get, back!) |
Cause we have the constitutional rights |
To bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm |
So; |
calm down! |
(Get back!) |
Calm, down! |
(Get, back!) |