Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoes In My Room, artist - Ludacris. Album song Chicken - N - Beer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Hoes In My Room |
Hey! |
Thank all yall for comin’out tonight |
It was a beautiful night tonight and The Shizznit |
Where pimpin’and dead, these hoes just scared |
Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players fomr the LBC |
It was a beautiful night tonight |
Oh, look at these fools, Ay! |
Security! |
Come get these niggaz! |
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, nothin’just called, lookin’for some women that can fondle my balls |
(Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that |
Gimme 15 minutes, and I’ll hit you rite 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 thru the door |
On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor |
And what would happen next only time could time |
Cuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Aaah! 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? |
Now it was five B.A.P 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 thinkin’to myself, «This is just my luck» |
Then my nigga bust in like «What the fuck!?» |
(Oh shit it’s Snoop!) |
Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me) |
And what they doin’in ya’room? |
Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah) |
Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they 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 |
Don’t mean to trip out, but bitch yall got to dip out (Dip Out!) |
Catch the elevator on more floor |
Presidential with the slidin’key for the door (Oh No!) |
What the fuck goin’on? |
Shit, all around the world Luda, then its 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!) |
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 thru with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it) |
You can’t seperate me, Ima seperate you |
Bitch ya’pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew |
(You filthy, nasty, sick in the head |
Sittin’in my dressin room with dick on ya’bread) |
She said «I want you to climb in this underwear, silly» |
But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties |
(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches |
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they 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 somethin’reminded me I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O’Reilly (Faggot) |
(Ya'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? |
Ay, ay yall gotta go Yall gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitches |
I dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressin’room |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
Soon as I get off stage, it’s 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posyed up in my dressin |
room |
And security act like they dont know who did it I know you feel what I’m sayin', I’m my nigga around the whole world |
We need to form a society or somethin' |
Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches cant get in our mothafuckin’dressin room or backstage |
And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses |
And re-direct them bitches to security dressin’room, you dig? |
Sick of these ugly ass bitches bein’my dressin’room |