Richie Campbell - Don't panic lyrics
Richie Campbell [Ricardo Dias de Lima Ventura da Costa] Caxias, Portugal 🇵🇹
[Richie Campbell - Don't panic lyrics]
Yo, me never really mean
To please, everybody still, but hold this
Don't panic
When me hear the beat and step on it
Go pon it so sick and mek
Dem feel dem ago vomit
When me rhyme on it dem call me Bush
Because me drop a bomb pon it
The way me digging in so deep
You'd swear me find oil on it
Some of them hear the beat and
Move like taliban pon It
Weh dem do? Crash a plane pon it
Dem a nuh the leader weh dem
Do me nah go follow it
I'm your father not your mother so
Me nah go swallow it
Gone, clean dem up like desert storm
Smoke settle down you try fi see wha gwaan
When you see me walking over
Looking easy and calm
Better "send a prayer for
Your mother" like Gentleman
Tell the bwoy we ago step, pon dem!
And the gyal dem weh we get, ram dem!
Mek dem know we never run weh from dem
Warn dem diss me or me family me bomb dem!
We on a mad ting, say me get soft
Steel pipe inna the head ting
Sing fi the women me nuh inna
Watch man ting, no clash ting
Waste time ting
Straight bedroom all night ramp ruff ting
So what the fuck dem a try?
Dem use to be me friend now
Dem want fi see me die
Dem use to bawl forward all now dem just sigh
Use to have me back and now
Dem stab me from behind
Mama say fi watch me back and
Well a that me defend!
Ben, wha happen to me bloodclaat friends?
Dem nuh hesitate, sell me out fi
One cent, Bagga bagga chat
Bagga reh dem a send!
Me nuch have no time fi
Spend, no time fi waste
No time fi gaze Me nuh want get caught up
In dem life and in dem dirty ways
Money we a go for, so me family nah go suffer
So me nuh link up with dem haters
Cause the devil dem a praise
When the beat a blaze
Bodies drop inna the dance
Invade dem like France
Kill dem one time and give dem another chance
Put dem inna trance, step on dem like ants
All me need is just a one shot
And a one glance dem look and can't see me
Want fi end me life but dem cyaan kill me
A wha do dem bwoy weh try fi program we
Shot a run after dem like a mazeratti
Yo, say dem tired of love songs?
Hold this boss, now low me, low me!
To please, everybody still, but hold this
Don't panic
When me hear the beat and step on it
Go pon it so sick and mek
Dem feel dem ago vomit
When me rhyme on it dem call me Bush
Because me drop a bomb pon it
The way me digging in so deep
You'd swear me find oil on it
Some of them hear the beat and
Move like taliban pon It
Weh dem do? Crash a plane pon it
Dem a nuh the leader weh dem
Do me nah go follow it
I'm your father not your mother so
Me nah go swallow it
Gone, clean dem up like desert storm
Smoke settle down you try fi see wha gwaan
When you see me walking over
Looking easy and calm
Better "send a prayer for
Your mother" like Gentleman
Tell the bwoy we ago step, pon dem!
And the gyal dem weh we get, ram dem!
Mek dem know we never run weh from dem
Warn dem diss me or me family me bomb dem!
We on a mad ting, say me get soft
Steel pipe inna the head ting
Sing fi the women me nuh inna
Watch man ting, no clash ting
Waste time ting
Straight bedroom all night ramp ruff ting
So what the fuck dem a try?
Dem use to be me friend now
Dem want fi see me die
Dem use to bawl forward all now dem just sigh
Use to have me back and now
Dem stab me from behind
Mama say fi watch me back and
Well a that me defend!
Ben, wha happen to me bloodclaat friends?
Dem nuh hesitate, sell me out fi
One cent, Bagga bagga chat
Bagga reh dem a send!
Me nuch have no time fi
Spend, no time fi waste
No time fi gaze Me nuh want get caught up
In dem life and in dem dirty ways
Money we a go for, so me family nah go suffer
So me nuh link up with dem haters
Cause the devil dem a praise
When the beat a blaze
Bodies drop inna the dance
Invade dem like France
Kill dem one time and give dem another chance
Put dem inna trance, step on dem like ants
All me need is just a one shot
And a one glance dem look and can't see me
Want fi end me life but dem cyaan kill me
A wha do dem bwoy weh try fi program we
Shot a run after dem like a mazeratti
Yo, say dem tired of love songs?
Hold this boss, now low me, low me!