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Al Green Call Me

way from home And if somebody's doin' you wrong Just call me baby Come back home Call me Call me (Come back home) Call me (Come back home) Call me

me Love is a long ways from here Tell you it's all in the way you feel If your love is real Come to me Call me call me call me come back home The best

act this way -- in L.A.! [Hittman] Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust

He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach, She a known freak and she gotta long reach, She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down, 'specially when Al Green

not witnessing The harlem renescance birthed black buisnesses This is the tale of lost innocence As the inncents burn and the turn tables turn and that Al Greens

my backseat Got a packet full of cash, hey, got a fatty in my ashtray I'm cool (daddy cool), call me cool (daddy cool) I'm cool (daddy cool), call me

Go try another - Boy You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack not a man baby, +Ya Understand+ baby See me the - Boy Me and that fifi - Boy Call us them fly -

pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives while you could catch me in a crisp white five dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on

, we can go kick it by the ocean get in between your legs join roaches and ashes all in your bed you calling her babe, she calling me instead cause I