've wasted such a long time Been such a long time I've wasted all my fucking time All my life I've waited for a [Incomprehensible] Let's call it love Let's call
I can see night in the day time Into the woods I quietly go It takes all the strength I have in me These are the woods The night of the soul Painful
Перевод: Call. Вудс.
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She
Fall into my hands and sleep forever in these ashes of sorrow. Your chains hold me down. Your words keep me bound. Death cries out from these ashes.
number's up. I got a long time for love. Pony up and try and guess my hand, what have I learned from experience? I've got a long time for love. Let's call
Welcome to the city we call Doomsday. When niggaz is just fried chicken like Tuesday Oh you from the hood huh, who say? My Nigerian niggaz would call
handed face the palm smacker, Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer, Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster, Platinum patrone splasher, fuck cris, spit atcha, I call
these niggas at the crib man I gotta get the hell up outta here now That's on the blow Man these niggas ain't at the attic man Man, fuck this shit, man I gotta call
up Let ya man be the freak, he can eat it up (ha haa) Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet (nope) Got a Aquafina flow, call it well wet (damnn
cops tryna throw you in them county blues BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL [Verse 1] Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL
And smash it on his porch Now get off my dick Dick's too short a word for my dick Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick You call me the champ; call
while I do my duty on this microphone Shake your booty shawty Im the sh-t Why you think Proof used to call me doodi [Pink - Chorus] You can sound the alarm You can call
[Pink] You can sound the alarm you can call out your guards you can fence in your yard you can pull all the cards but I won’t back down oh no I wont back
, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party Vision is blurring, waa hooo I can't see shit My words get to slurring Uh oh, you can call
dance in my drop, park that Make that booty clap like flip flops Like the Flintstones We can make the bed rock Yes this little boy got a house on the hill Call
Dedicated to Mr. Dean Anderson One man rode the way through the woods Down to Asa bay Where dragon ships had sailed to sea More times than one could
