"Hoes In My Room" lyrics
(feat. Snoop Dogg)
Hey! Thank all y'all for coming out tonight
It was a beautiful night tonight at The Shizznit
Where pimping ain't dead, these hoes just scared
Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players from the LBC
It was a beautiful night tonight
Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggas!
[Ludacris (Snoop Dogg):]
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do
Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?)
Oh, nothing just called, looking for some women who can fondle my balls
(Well you hit the right Dogg, I can help you with that
Gimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you right back)
Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed
Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed
Put one up in the air, the cops just stared
Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care
Got to the tele and I slid through the door
On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
And what would happen next only time could tell
'Cause I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (ah! Damn!)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
[Ludacris:]
Now it was five bap hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes
What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
And I was thinking to myself, "This is just my luck."
Then my nigga bust in like "What the fuck!?"
(Oh shit it's Snoop!)
[Snoop Dogg (Ludacris):]
Who in the hell let them booger bears out their cell (Not me)
And what they doing in your room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah)
Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on their way (Okay)
And told security, "Let 'em in with no delay." (Ha-ha!)
So when they get here, they'll probably be like half naked (woo!)
Don't mean to trip out, but bitch y'all got to dip out (dip out!)
Catch the elevator up one floor
Presidential with the sliding key for the door (oh, no!)
What the fuck going on?
Shit, all around the world Luda, man it's the same song
Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Man who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Oh no!)
(Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Well who let 'em in then?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Get out!)
[Ludacris (Snoop Dogg):]
Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown
One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds
(No she didn't come through with a thong on
She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it)
You can't separate me, I'mma separate you
Bitch, your pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew
(You filthy, nasty, sick in the head
Sitting in my dressing room with dick on your bread)
She said, "I want you to climb in this underwear, silly."
But I was turned off by her Tupperware titties
(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in their face
Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space
Hey, Ludacris. Let's get the fuck up out this place. Let's bounce)
Then it got to my head, and something reminded me
I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot)
(You white bread, chicken-shit nigga!)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(I need to know, who let these hoes in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
[Snoop Dogg:]
Ay, ay y'all gotta go
Y'all gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly-ass bitches
I don't understand how these bitches always get in my dressing room
You know what I'm sayin'?
Soon as I get off stage
It's 7 or 8 ugly-ass bitches posted up in my dressing room
And security act like they don't know who did it
I know you feel what I'm sayin', all my nigga around the whole world
We need to form a society or something
Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches
Can't get in our motherfucking dressing room or backstage
And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses
And re-direct them bitches to security dressing room, you dig?
Sick of these ugly-ass bitches being my dressing room
It was a beautiful night tonight at The Shizznit
Where pimping ain't dead, these hoes just scared
Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players from the LBC
It was a beautiful night tonight
Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggas!
[Ludacris (Snoop Dogg):]
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do
Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?)
Oh, nothing just called, looking for some women who can fondle my balls
(Well you hit the right Dogg, I can help you with that
Gimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you right back)
Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed
Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed
Put one up in the air, the cops just stared
Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care
Got to the tele and I slid through the door
On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
And what would happen next only time could tell
'Cause I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (ah! Damn!)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
[Ludacris:]
Now it was five bap hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes
What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
And I was thinking to myself, "This is just my luck."
Then my nigga bust in like "What the fuck!?"
(Oh shit it's Snoop!)
[Snoop Dogg (Ludacris):]
Who in the hell let them booger bears out their cell (Not me)
And what they doing in your room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah)
Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on their way (Okay)
And told security, "Let 'em in with no delay." (Ha-ha!)
So when they get here, they'll probably be like half naked (woo!)
Don't mean to trip out, but bitch y'all got to dip out (dip out!)
Catch the elevator up one floor
Presidential with the sliding key for the door (oh, no!)
What the fuck going on?
Shit, all around the world Luda, man it's the same song
Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Man who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Oh no!)
(Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Well who let 'em in then?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Get out!)
[Ludacris (Snoop Dogg):]
Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown
One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds
(No she didn't come through with a thong on
She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it)
You can't separate me, I'mma separate you
Bitch, your pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew
(You filthy, nasty, sick in the head
Sitting in my dressing room with dick on your bread)
She said, "I want you to climb in this underwear, silly."
But I was turned off by her Tupperware titties
(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in their face
Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space
Hey, Ludacris. Let's get the fuck up out this place. Let's bounce)
Then it got to my head, and something reminded me
I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot)
(You white bread, chicken-shit nigga!)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(I need to know, who let these hoes in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
[Snoop Dogg:]
Ay, ay y'all gotta go
Y'all gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly-ass bitches
I don't understand how these bitches always get in my dressing room
You know what I'm sayin'?
Soon as I get off stage
It's 7 or 8 ugly-ass bitches posted up in my dressing room
And security act like they don't know who did it
I know you feel what I'm sayin', all my nigga around the whole world
We need to form a society or something
Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches
Can't get in our motherfucking dressing room or backstage
And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses
And re-direct them bitches to security dressing room, you dig?
Sick of these ugly-ass bitches being my dressing room
Thanks to iateeighteyes, myer415, Jamaya for correcting these lyrics.
