Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash Sniffin' Noses, artist - Knoc-Turn'al. Album song LA Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'al, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2002
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Cash Sniffin' Noses |
I wish they all could be California |
I wish they all could be California |
I wish they all could be California hoes |
California bitches (Tim Dog) |
Some bad hoes |
Bitch you digging in the wrong dirt bitch |
Ain’t no gold in here |
Fucking with the wrong niggas |
Knoc-Turn'al, Slip Capone, Short Dog |
I knew a tight white bitch named Marianna |
She lived right around the corner from Temecula |
See I was bored, I fucked both of them whores before |
So I called my other bitch Elsinore |
She wasn’t cracking so I called up Hesperia and Monrovia and Valencia |
I got some pussy from Pomona and her sister Corona |
It ain’t nothing like them hoes in southern California |
I knew a bitch named Irvine |
She had a cousin with the name Santa Ana, it was short for Anaheim |
I got high in Riverside with Receda and Rosarito |
And Santa Clarita and |
I’m pleased to meet you |
I’ve been all around the world |
And with over a thousand girls |
And homeboy I don’t know what you have been told |
But eskimo pussy is mighty cold (brrrr!) |
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes |
Got cash sniffin' noses |
All around the globe back to California |
Everywhere I go they all up on us |
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes |
Got cash sniffin' noses |
You might be gold but lately I been doing the platinum pose |
Knoc-Turn'al's on 128 girl |
What? |
I’ll be right over |
Magazines choreograph me in photos |
I put out with three dime pieces slamming four doors |
And if I can use cities in relation to hoes |
I probably fucked San Fernando’s daughter, Santa Barbera |
And her best friend Alameda and Sierra |
And Ramona’s little sister Covina |
And I don’t know what you thought |
Whether you turned the cat in the night bitch |
Still the only manipulation weapon you got |
Knoc-Turn'al ain’t the one to fall victim to your plots |
Before I save a ho from the block |
Her great grandchildren’s corpses will rot |
Fuck a ho |
I’d rather have money and a multiple round spitting Glock |
Four mansions with multiple cars investing my chips in stock |
Even if I can’t spell dow jones I still pull out fat knocks |
It don’t stop |
They say this is a man’s world |
Can’t understand it girl |
All you ever wanted was a man like Chante Moore |
You know us ballers never have one woman |
And when you need us we never come running |
That’s why now you think about your ex again |
You want to page him just to have sex with him |
But instead you better call your next of kin |
And complain these ballers won’t let you in |
She don’t love you she loves money and sex |
Bitches shoot you in the head for a rolex |
I know the bitch is a dick fiend |
I fucked her one night when she was sixteen |
I know it seems like a long time ago |
But I fucked her again when she was twenty four |
Bitch I’m an old school vet they call me Too $hort |
Look your woman in the eyes |
What she do it for? |
Biyatch! |
You know these hoes man |
They’d do anything if they think it’s for the money |
That’s why |