Thwaite Hall is a traditional hall of residence of the University of Hull, located in Cottingham, East Riding of Yorkshire, England.
Thwaite House was built in Cottingham, East Riding of Yorkshire between 1803 and 1807, it was acquired in 1872 by David Wilson and sold to his brother Charles Wilson, 1st Baron Nunburnholme in 1875, who substantially enlarged it converting it into a mansion. After further changes of ownership in 1928, along with Needler Hall, it was acquired by the newly created university college, and expanded in the 1930s and 40s into a halls of residence.
As of 2009, it consists of 187 rooms and includes a junior common room, a TV room, games room, library and senior common room. Thwaite Hall has 24 acres (97,000 m2) of grounds including parkland, meadows, a lake, and sport facilities.
Coordinates: 53°46′45″N 0°24′00″W / 53.77915°N 0.40006°W
Left P-Town headin' out to Riverside
Crusin in the ride, doin' bout 85
Starin' at my pipe with no bowls to pack
Cuz in my pocket all I'm holdin is an empty sack
A-yo, we bout to fix that and go fetch this bud
The deal's goin down, we gotta get it from this thug
He lives in San Diego and I've heard a lot about em
He's always pushin weight, rocks and came with the ?
Three stops to make before I hit Loc's house
My pad in Corona plus my ?Lokey Dope Hideout?
Then I get some smokes and an extra pack for Loc
Cuz we really gotta go man we gotta hit the road
Got up off my couch, heard a knock on the doe'
(Ay what up D-loc!)Yeah its Richter wit my smokes
We took some resignin tokes with no time to stall
Picked up my cell phone and made that call
Now we got the rent of course
Started headin down South
It was late in the day but the sun was still out
(Yeah) Without a doubt we popped a pill to keep our buzz
Cuz it's a long way to Daygo when you gots no buds
Called up the boys to check everybodys plan
Brewer, Hopper, Marz, Jerbo and Big Taz
Just linin up a crew incase these dudes try to screw us
Ah fuck, now we're stuck behind a school' bus
Quick take a right gotta make the yellow light
Got fifteen minutes till we gotta be on sight It's right up the block a
couple miles up the road
Took the money out the bag to pre-count the dough
Seen the front door of the spot we was goin
Such a little hairy heard the weed was stolen (Fuck!)
Called reinforcements told em wait up the street
Knocked on the door, and gave the bell a ring
(Here we go)
There was, shit on the walls, backyard full of dogs
No joke it smelled like they was smokin speed balls
Didn't even wanna sit Glad I made that phone call
This could get Real ugly if it ain't up to Par
Well first thing I did when I walked in the door
I looked all around everywhere in all four corners
Seen shady characters no one said nuttin to nobody
Wanted to get the dope and give this fool his money
In and out was the plan on the double-double
Now we all full of smiles 10 Pack of the Bubble
And now to K.P. another zone with some homegrown
Put it out Loc, I saw a cop man leave it alone
Just then I threw the joint out the window
Grabbed the orange chronic, fired up a bowl
Next thing you know the cop is right on our tail