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fallin'
But got a box of ammo
For the weapon that I'm haulin'
The streets are callin'
So I'm comin' with artillery
And chucks and khakis
As I move up on my
[Woodie]
Enter my danger zone Northern Cali
Yes son from the valley to the bay
The mighty Norte got it sewn
We bout half a mill' people up in these
Chorus: [Woodie]
I might of shot your homies  
Once or twice you never know
But I still walk the streets
So I assumed they let it go
But just in
by
Think I'm headed for the flames
Dawg, I ain't gon' lie
It's a cold world full a sin
What the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck are you supposed
by
Think I'm headed for the flames
Dawg, I ain't gon' lie
It's a cold world full a sin
What the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck are you supposed
away

I walk through the streets of the city
People passing by think it's so strange
I'm talkin' but there's no one beside me
I thought I heard you
you that we are rushin' to the er
By this time tomorrow we was posed to be in dr

Me blowin' a cigar, you sippin' a tini
I told her pack her bags
Try to walk but I just can't leave her alone, girl

She keep callin' me
(Callin' me)
I try to leave her alone but she keep callin' me
(Callin' me)
And I
I got what you want and what you need
Is all in me
I'm a grown woman
Baby, can't you see

Keep callin'
Keep callin' me, callin' me, callin' me, baby
put out
The fire on me
I got what you want and what you need
Is all in me
I'm a grown woman
Baby, can't you see

Keep callin'
Keep callin' me
Horizon of blue, hills are rollin'
Walkin' with you through a field of red stones
I been confused from voices callin', callin' to me
Where
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'
The green leaves of summer are callin' me home
It was good to be young then in the season of plenty
When
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me (too late,
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number 
Successful hills are here to stay, 
Everything must be this way 
Gentle streets where people play,
callin'
Workin' while the rain's fallin'
Ragman, your song of the street

Keeps haunting my memory
Music in the air
I hear it ev'rywhere
Rags, bones
Callin' out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancing in the streets

There'll be dancing
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
frontier (can you hear it callin'?).
I'm goin' back,
Back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin', callin'?).
It's calling me,
I hear it calling
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,