How long 'til we forget them? Skin and bones, skin and bones Eight nights in a row spent here way too cold Sleeping with clothes filled with holes from
Take me Break me Tell me a good one And maybe i`ll cry Go with me Show me And maybe i`ll die Lately i`ve been dancing in ceiling fans Into the
There's a hole in heaven I come falling down I seek you in a green-white grand meadowland But if you don't wanna embrace me I send big bubbles to the
me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall
of a bloody tooth Just so you know I was thinking of you Just so you know, oh Trembling misery and it's cold as a hole Hug your bones and skin Crackling wood
boredom and the chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes Headed down the Turnpike for New England, sweet New England Holes in my confidence Holes
deep into the murky night that had its crown somewhere above. The room had been an inspiration of the twins that I had taken-building it of wood and
to be arreigned at dawning Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put that thug Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't
downtown Carwash like blouw Let my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down Roll the window back up Good, turn it back up Ugh, UGK Diamonds & Wood
downtown Carwash like (blal ?) And my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down Roll the window back up Good, turn it back up Ugh, UGK Diamonds & Wood
, muh-fucka? Chill ,muh-fucka LP bangs all in your hood, muh-fucka My niggaz smack niggaz like Suge, muh-fucka Later on, reminisce it like wood, muh-fucka
like your seats And the hole is what they call a sunroof Or maybe a three-way power hole We ride 24's or better, wood grain or leather, with a hole
I walk I ain't from 'round hurr Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now hurr I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr TV's urrwhurr wood
like a flash, yeah And trash, yeah I'm a big timer nigga, yeah Pull the trigger, yeah A player hater flipper, yeah Grave filler, yeah I be slangin' wood
in the big ass truck (y'all ready) [motorcycle engine] [Verse 2 - Petey Pablo] On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holes Lay in a - old home
name But I ain't trippin' 'cause a nigga got all the game From the streets of Oakland, the City of Dope, and I'm hopin' that the hoes keep the pussy hole
