| A yes yes y’all
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| It’s too fresh y’all
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| A little b-boy blue
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| You know it’s too beucou
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| I’ve been from New York to Cali
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| Spent two days in the valley
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| And I think I’m 'bout to lose my mind
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| And if I think 'bout it one more time
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| I’m a blow my stack
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| See ya out the back
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| Give me some room that I can breathe in Now I’m a start weavin’spells like a wizard
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| King of the lizard
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| My mojo’s risin’like my nature should
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| Not everybody can relate to hood
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| But I used to roll with high frequency
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| Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
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| If y’all could see all the things I did
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| When I was a kid
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| Ya might flip ya lid
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| 'Cause…
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| When I was the age of one
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| My father gave me my very first gun
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| When I was the age of two
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| I was pullin’out records with the SD Crew
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| And when I was the age of three
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| I had all the maddest fishes swimmin’after me And when I was the age of four
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| I was bustin’out shows with the rhymes galore
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| See…
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| Day to the night
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| Night to the day
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| Up around where I stay
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| We do things this way
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| You got to watch how you act
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| And watch what you say
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| 'Cause their ain’t no stallin'
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| When the death come callin'
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| CHORUS II (X2)
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| The man that lives by the pistol
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| Dies by the smokin’gun (gun)
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| I think I hear a steam whistle
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| Lord, when my train gonna come
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| Yo, all you duns packin’guns
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| Fightin’for ones
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| It’s time to get these hons
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| Start raisin’some sons
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| Plant your seed in some fertile soil
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| And watch me start bubblin'
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| Like I’m 'bout to boil
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| Like Olive Oil love Popeye
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| Just won’t stoppa
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| I got to keep rockin'
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| Ticks keep tockin'
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| Time keeps slippin'
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| My mind keeps trippin'
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| I’m in the road less traveled
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| Sure got lotta stones
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| I say day to the night
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| Night to the day
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| Up around where I stay
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| We do things this way
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| You got to watch how you act
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| And watch what you say
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| 'Cause their ain’t no stallin'
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| When the death come callin'
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| When the death come callin'(X2)
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| Watch me break it down
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| There’s a red house yonder
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| Just over the hill
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| With my name carved into the window sill
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| I think I’m gonna burn it down
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| Yeah, I think I’m gonna burn it down
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| That’s what me and my old woman used to say
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| We used to lie in bed and make love all day
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| Now I think I’m gonna burn it down
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| Yeah, I think I’m gonna burn it down
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| Yeah, I think I’m gonna burn it down to the ground
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| CHORUS II (X2)
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| The man that lives by the pistol
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| Dies by the smokin’gun
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| I think I hear a steam whistle
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| Lord, when my train gonna come |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death Comes Callin' , by - Everlast. Song from the album Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, in the genre Иностранный рок