Cam'ron Calm Down Lyrics

Calm Down lyrics

[Verse 1:]
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!

[Verse 2:]
Crack, I wrap it in plastic, pass it.
CDs I wrap it in plastic Classic (classic).
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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

these lyrics are submitted by kaan