| 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 |