20 lyrics for "Stop callin', stop callin'"

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in 'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared and battle come
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I ain't fucking with these lame niggas I heard you talking to them lame niggas I see you walking with that lame nigga I heard you stalling with a lame nigga I see you stalling wit' a lame nigga Hoe stop calling up them lame niggas Hoe stop chilling wit'
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Calling you up Just to keep crawling to your arms Goodness gracious I can't seem to stop I wanna hold you close I lost a signal and put you away Swore upon the sun I'd save you for a rainy day Loosened the noose then let go of the rope I know if it's
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It's coming at ya Here comes the metal meltdown Run for your lives Can't stop the metal meltdown No-one survives Something's calling in the night Electric madness roars in sight Heat is rising blazing fast Hot and evil feel the blast
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Tell me why you ain’t been callin’ Tell me why you waste my time Tell me why you won’t just tell me it’s alright (stop the show) No reason no warning Oh your words weren't deep Yeah I feel like a fool, I'm yours to keep Don't you think I need the truth?
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You show the lights that stop me turn to stone You shine them when I'm alone And so I tell myself that I'll be strong 'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home Calling, calling, calling home And dreaming when they're gone (Lights, lights, lights)
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When the sun goes down You’re gonna need a flashlight You’re gonna need a candle I think I can manage that When you leave town I’m gonna buy you a calling card ‘Cause I’m falling hard for you I go back on Labor Day And I will try to make my way
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Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the
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Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin' Ice Cube (yeah!) Callin' from a California state penitentiary (Let me out this motherfucker) We got over two million motherfuckers locked up (Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin' Now how many MC's must get
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