blue And waiting all alone But, if when you hear My love call, ringing clear, ooh And I hear you're Answering a call so dear, ooh Then I will know That our love
"Ooh!" "Ooh!" So echoes of sweet love notes gently fall Thru the forest stillness, As fond waiting Indian lovers call! When the lone lagoon Stirs in
answer too-oo-oo That means I offer my love to you to be your own If you refuse me I will be blue and waiting all alone But if when you hear my love call
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ask for? The international assholes nah Who complains about what he is owed? And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old You gotta love it though somebody
They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? I'm like ooh Kimosabe
We arose, let's go So fresh so clean like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin' tags Leavin' the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash Aw fuck
honey dog I ain't got time to waste (Check it) Why is you over here lookin' at me While all these girls up in here? What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like Indian
a center fold Two tattoos but she say she gettin' plenty mo' She got Indian in her family, seminal Me and shawty go together like chemicals And she get mad when I call
They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? I'm like oh Kimosabe, your body is
it all (x2) Just got my check I'm bout to spend it on the whole club Half of these niggas can't pay rent after it's ova Two chicks me, hit bipolar Jamaican-Indian
You can't believe the stranger at your door You don't believe what you hear from your neighbor Your old neighborhood, ain't even there no more Indian
, perhaps I'll die there There's no place left to go, San Francisco Cop's face is filled with hate Heavens above he's on a street called love When will
perhaps I'll die there There's no place left to go, San Francisco Cop's face is filled with hate Heavens above he's on a street called love When will
, be strong The China men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call
jet, sharper than Gillette The blunt still wet so pass it like bread We sip side a mug, we call it upset Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden
