Whoa. Used by USMC, an international word to stop the horses. Used by Americans, Mexicans and Redskins (Navajo). It means: ok; stop; I got it; I understand; that's right; it's enough. Similar to Urrah and remindin Wow.
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Paul Rever said "the red coats are coming"
Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, Whoa Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, Whoa Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, Whoa When I saw you over there, I didn't mean to stare, But my mind was everywhere, I wanna know you Gonna guess that you're the kind, to say what's on your mind, But you listen when I have something to show you. There's a mark above your eye, You got it in July You're fighting for your sister's reputation You remember people's names Valentines are lame So I bring you flowers just for no occasion Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, Whoa I wanna know you! Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, Whoa I wanna go there, where you go I wanna find out what you know And maybe someday down the road, I'll sit back and say to my self, 'yeah I thought so' You smile, never shout. You stand out in a crowd You make the best of every situation Correct me if I'm wrong, You're fragile and you're strong a beautiful and perfect combination Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, Whoa I wanna know you Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, Whoa I wanna go there, where you go I wanna find out what you know And maybe someday down the road, I'll sit back and say to my self I like how you are with me In our future history And Maybe someday down the road I'll sit back and say to my self, 'Yeah, I thought so' I thought so Ooh whoa Yeah Yeah
Because if you were tall they would say "whoa! you're so tall!" But if you were short they would say "whoa! you're so small!"
Whoa! A talking telephone! *Beep beep* "Sorry I don't understand, 'Whoa! A talking telephone'".
yeah then they explode WHOA whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa ({who farted?})
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whoa boy
you in Twi is "wo"
Whoa! Ho! a whoa hoa o ho ! opening lines of Baby I Love You, Ronettes" standard.
I'm waking up to ash and dustI wipe my brow and I sweat my rustI'm breathing in the chemicalsI'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison busThis is it, the apocalypseWhoaI'm waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveI raise my flags, don my clothesIt's a revolution, I supposeWe're painted red to fit right inWhoaI'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison busThis is it, the apocalypseWhoaI'm waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveAll systems go, the sun hasn't diedDeep in my bones, straight from insideI'm waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveI'm waking up to ash and dustI wipe my brow and I sweat my rustI'm breathing in the chemicalsI'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison busThis is it, the apocalypseWhoaI'm waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveI raise my flags, don my clothesIt's a revolution, I supposeWe're painted red to fit right inWhoaI'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison busThis is it, the apocalypseWhoaI'm waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveAll systems go, the sun hasn't diedDeep in my bones, straight from insideI'm waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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