| Hey! |
| Thank all yall for comin’out tonight
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| It was a beautiful night tonight and The Shizznit
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| Where pimpin’and dead, these hoes just scared
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| Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players fomr the LBC
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| It was a beautiful night tonight
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| Oh, look at these fools, Ay! |
| Security! |
| Come get these niggaz!
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| Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
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| Ready to relax, kick up my feet
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| Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that’s what I wanna do Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin’nephew?)
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| Oh, nothin’just called, lookin’for some women that can fondle my balls
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| (Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that
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| Gimme 15 minutes, and I’ll hit you rite back)
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| Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed
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| Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed
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| Put one up in the air, the cops just stared
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| Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain’t care
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| Got to the tele and I slid thru the door
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| On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
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| And what would happen next only time could time
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| Cuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Aaah! Damn!)
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| Who let these hoes in my room? |
| (These hoes)
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| Who let these hoes in my room?
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| Who let these hoes in my room? |
| (Did you let 'em in?)
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| Who let these hoes in my room? |
| (These hoes)
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| Who let these hoes in my room?
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| Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
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| But one was midget, so we’ll just say four and a half
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| I was stuck speechless, couldn’t believe my eyes
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| What’d I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
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| And I was thinkin’to myself, «This is just my luck»
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| Then my nigga bust in like «What the fuck!?»
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| (Oh shit it’s Snoop!)
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| Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me)
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| And what they doin’in ya’room? |
| Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah)
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| Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way (Okay)
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| And told security, «Let 'em in, with no delay"(Ha Ha!)
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| So when they get here, they’ll probably be like half naked
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| Don’t mean to trip out, but bitch yall got to dip out (Dip Out!)
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| Catch the elevator on more floor
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| Presidential with the slidin’key for the door (Oh No!)
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| What the fuck goin’on? |
| Shit, all around the world Luda, then its the same song
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| Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home
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| Who let these hoes in my room?
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| (Man who let these hoes in my room?)
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| Who let these hoes in my room? |
| (Oh no!)
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| (Did you let 'em in?)
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| Who let these hoes in my room?
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| (Well who let 'em in then?)
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| Who let these hoes in my room? |
| (Get out!)
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| Now, these chicks wouldn’t leave, they was ready to clown
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| One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds
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| (No she didn’t come thru with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it)
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| You can’t seperate me, Ima seperate you
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| Bitch ya’pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew
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| (You filthy, nasty, sick in the head
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| Sittin’in my dressin room with dick on ya’bread)
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| She said «I want you to climb in this underwear, silly»
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| But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties
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| (Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
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| Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face
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| Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space
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| Hey Ludacris let’s get the fuck up out this place, let’s bounce)
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| Then it got to my head, and somethin’reminded me I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O’Reilly (Faggot)
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| (Ya'white bread, chicken-shit nigga!)
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| Who let these hoes in my room?
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| (Who let these hoes in my room?)
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| Who let these hoes in my room? |
| (Did you let 'em in?)
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| Who let these hoes in my room?
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| (I need to know, who let these hoes in?)
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| Who let these hoes in my room?
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| Ay, ay yall gotta go Yall gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitches
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| I dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressin’room
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Soon as I get off stage, it’s 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posyed up in my dressin
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| room
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| 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
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| We need to form a society or somethin'
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| Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches cant get in our mothafuckin’dressin room or backstage
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| And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses
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| And re-direct them bitches to security dressin’room, you dig?
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| Sick of these ugly ass bitches bein’my dressin’room |