Calm Down (Explicit)

Calm Down (Explicit) - M.O.P.

Written by：J. Grinnage/E. Murry

7-1-8 brownsville what the f**k you want niggaz?

New york you ready for this sh*t?

I don't think so mother f**ker

Yeah!! m., o., p.!! for life!!

Radio.. niggaz never play us!!

Fiyahhhh

Yeah, 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 f**k in with the original backstreet boys

Billy thats the ni**a name,

He been trained

To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs

Hes a sinner with no shame, hes addicted to the pain

Hes restricted from the games, hes for real

Clapping we love you billy!

You 've missin the man

Get ready for the unlimited edition of danze

Raise him the most highest

Hes stuck on the street like car tires, first family

What yall niggaz wanna try us?

Down in brooklyn

Til his mother f**k in life expire

Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob

And steal and deal and, kill for thrills and

How could you refuse the danze?

It's hard to confuse the danze

Hes 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 - yall niggaz is which-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 hoe

Ease back! fall, back

See this nine m-double? all, black

Everybodys a killer; yall, wack

Heres a clip full you can have all, that

In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap

Aluminum bats around niggaz heads

You see it! brooklyn you heard?

I yapped the gold cross off john paul the 3rd

Yall niggaz act like yall came here to shoot

I kick all yall a**, with the same pair of boots

Witness the game unfurl, don't be another

Reject f**k 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!

So mother f**ker

Ohhhhh now

Another young being

Ohhhhh now

Another young being

Ohhhhh now

Niggaz

Another young being