Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calm Down, artist - Walter Ego. Date of issue: 21.07.2011
Song language: English
Calm Down |
| Yeah, Coco Pops |
| K Dot |
| Up north representing |
| Oi, Walter Ego, you’re sick for this, you know |
| Bad Taste Records, you dun know, fam |
| Alright, then |
| It’s unusual, yeah? |
| Hold tight all the people rating man, init |
| It’s love |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Alright, then |
| Extra extra, read all about this |
| Drugs, money, gyal, thief, you just not about this |
| I’m letting off the venom and leaving your competitors shook |
| First class, me, I’m not delivering regular stuff |
| More Coco, they said they’re not getting enough |
| I beat beats with writing, now I’m getting it up |
| I find it funny how a nigga’s always talking 'bout |
| Effing with the team but they never be ready to buss |
| I put it on her like spitting, no swallowing |
| I spit it, I don’t wanna follow, me, I’ve got a following |
| Switched on the computer and got physi |
| Made «10 Man Strong», everybody’s hollering |
| But I’m the shit that smells like success |
| Got sick, now they’re telling me they want a blood test |
| It’s not a joke when I mess it up with K Dot |
| Who be the champion? |
| Good guess, you better |
| Calm down, shh, you better shh |
| Shut your mouth before you get SMH, shh |
| Nah, your crew’s not ready, mate |
| And your whole crew gonna get decimate |
| It’s like calm down, shh, you better shh |
| Shut your mouth before you get SMH, shh |
| Nah, your crew’s not ready, mate |
| And your whole crew gonna get decimate |
| I can see a few man don’t like me, man wanna fight me |
| Cuh I’m so high, so what, people |
| General, replace Coco for stripey |
| locked it nicely |
| GT would’ve said «eff them pussyholes» |
| I don’t know why the hell goons keep running for |
| They hate man cuh they know what I’m coming for |
| I’m on this ting 24, what are man ready for? |
| You don’t rep for the gully side |
| Not your goal but I rep for the gully side |
| I’m a joker and these man are funny guys |
| I don’t wanna have to lyrically duppy, why? |
| I’m a star in town, dun know |
| I deliver hard bars and stuff, plus |
| MCs watch me too much |
| So they can’t be thinking about girls to touch |
| Calm down, shh, you better shh |
| Shut your mouth before you get SMH, shh |
| Nah, your crew’s not ready, mate |
| And your whole crew gonna get decimate |
| It’s like calm down, shh, you better shh |
| Shut your mouth before you get SMH, shh |
| Nah, your crew’s not ready, mate |
| And your whole crew gonna get decimate |
| Shh, silence, nigga |
| I ain’t tryna promote violence, nigga |
| I am the master, I am king |
| You are the jester, I’m the highness, nigga |
| Might see me in a nightclub, white |
| Big bang a dang |
| Looking for a gyally to be taking to mi gaff |
| True, I’m looking on a couple with the nicest figure |
| I’m looking on sliding inner |
| Bend her backwards, have her biting pillow |
| I just take 'em to my gaffe, I’m me that |
| I ain’t paying for a bunk bed |
| Since Niche when I was spitting live with Chiller |
| Tell her groupie to bring psychic with her |
| She brought bottles of psychic with her |
| But me, |
| Take a trip to the off-licence with her |
| Back to the hotel, no silence with her |
| Making more noise than a wind chiming winner |
| Dig deep till she feels pipe in liver |
| It’s peak, yeah, she feels pipe in liver |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’m in here |
| I ain’t Drake and she ain’t Nicki |
| But it’s a menage cuh her psychic’s |
| I wish I could have this moment for life |
| It’s peak when I’m sliding inner |
| Inna di ramping, short vibesing with her |
| Getting more head than the lightest pillow |
| I be getting better brain than a psychic nigga |
| All cause my man are writing bigger |
| Club looking flyer than a kite and when I |
| Scratch that, man are flyer than the spider’s dinner |
| Man are like ras, they move straight hard |
| Man know for a fact, Bad Taste is |
| Badder than your kind of swagger, that’s hard |
| We touch the mic, most MCs are sleeping |
| Man are like ras, they must write bars |
| They can’t believe how sick my team is |
| They chatting out arse, know nothing 'bout bars |
| Bad Taste in the place and they can’t believe it |
| Yeah, and it’s K Dot |
| Hang tight Bad Taste Records |
| Doing this properly |
| Hang tight Walter Ego |
| Serious with the productions, my bredda |
| Trust me |