I guess I thought you??? be here forever Another illusion I chose to create You don??° know what you got until it??? gone And found out a little too late
And the winner is, Trick Diesel, Face Mob My nigga baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, T double, you know I'm a G 'Cuz I keep sayin' gangsta
They oughta' run your picture in a magazine 'Cause you're the hardest working woman I've ever seen If we weren't sinkin' in a river of debt I'd say, "
Let me take you far away You'd like a holiday Let me take you far away You'd like a holiday Exchange the cold days for the sun A good time and fun Let
Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen' True Story, that's what we call it Thank God for the thugs too Buddy Roe Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Holiday Holiday Hold it there boy, is that your bag? When the small sneak and you've just been had Is that your feet, been what have I seen ? Well take
I think it's time that I went on a holiday I think it's time that my mind should take a break I take the things that my friends say I should take I think
Get your passport and your bikini You need a holiday, come, see me I know you're tired of the same old scenery And I could change all that so easily
I got this notion from another man He put this dead fish in my hand Paperweight, baby, it's my name I hold you down 'coz you're all the same to me That
(Duet with Vince Gill) (Allan/Stillman) Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze For the holidays
Robert Allen / Al Stillman Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine
The indecencies of city streets The cleaners' sweeping trucks from nine to noon And the factories make clouds To keep the sun from being jealous like
Hey, this is the story of a young?n dreamin left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin? big city on his own sh-t but every now and then a n-gga
Yeah L-O-X nigga It don't stop It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin Motherfuckers [Styles Paniro] You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's
Yeah, L O X, nigga It don't stop Keep goin and goin' and goin and goin' Motherfuckers You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth If I get
She was circling the Holiday Inn Just about to go 'round again When her cell phone rang And it was him sayin', "Room 183" They've never done this before
(west-coast) the game get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga sippin on gin n juice, fill up ya cups nigga the west-coast is back crackin like