Out on the trans-canada highway There was a girl hitchhiking with her dog Fireflies buzzin' round her head Like candles in the fog. He was three miles
, all night long way black top highway midnight hittin' a groove Mustang radio, rag top jukebox, Hound Dog don't be cruel Roadside rest stop, all night
, pull your leg off Control, out of control It's the bed wetting thing That brought us here doctor It's the bed wetting thing You tripped dog on a leash
bed. When I wake in a fog some hair of the dog helps to clear my head. Chorus: Cause beers not just for breakfast any more. It's three meals a day since
crunk, I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards Stick them bitches for riches My nigga silent night, deadly night
head now For your head now For your head now For your head One last night in bed for a time And two more wishes and both are for thine And three
2X) Verse Three: Puff Daddy Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get
rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we can make thangs right,no more layin between dem sheets by yoself at night
, currency catches the eye of the youth on top, playin on three corners of the roof So we accept that, jettin at nights don't ever wet that, drop the
I'm the Real one, yes the Phunky Feel One You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phunky Feel One Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real Night in a stiff block, hangin
not could give a 3 piece to this thug imposter, I just Wanna kick it take a blunt to the head But they hate, the bitches love me wanna jump on my bed
, they was guardin' the castle, Leanin' on their spears, not lookin' for no hassle, Havin' themselves a brew or two, When out in the night they hear woo
Words & Music by Steven Page Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, just to check out the late-night record shop. Call it impulsive
I had it like "Yeah, pop the trunk, he got dope and guns" Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know Three of his niggas got life, he
Verse Three: AK-47] Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow Gettin paid as the night go I
the black in it Whole booty looking like a heart with a crack in it Cabrini green style, say it three times fast Before you do you in love with the ass Top Dog
Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread