Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hourglass (Feat. Mr. Kane, Goldie Loc), artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Bo$$, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Hourglass (Feat. Mr. Kane, Goldie Loc) |
Awww yeah |
This one goes out to all you muthafuckers out there |
That didn’t think we could make records that could bang in the club |
Ya that’s right |
All you ladies out there with the big butts |
With the long hair, the big titties, the pretty eyes |
Report to the dance floor right about now |
Wiggle it round c’mon down |
Doggy-d-o-double's in town |
I know you wanna get down |
So why you lookin' at me like that |
Bitch break that shit down |
I wanna make your kitty cat growl |
I wanna hit it get it right now |
So what you playin' with it for |
Back it up slow move it around and dance to the flow |
Now put your hands on the floor (c'mon) |
C’mon on and gimme some more |
It’s crazy but baby that maybe we gonna fuck in a man’s mercedes |
Bitch I ain’t that loco |
Fuckin' with a broke ho |
Get a nigga smoked tho, no-no, na-na, nae-nae |
She got a whole bunch of kids like baby |
Listen what the pimper say |
I want you to be what I want you to be |
You can hump with me that’s what I want you to be |
I want you to be what I want you to be |
You can hump with me that’s what I want you to be |
I slap bitches in the face and give em Jay-Z lips |
Make them sign their life off so they can pay me chips |
I cut hoes so much I should sell band aids |
Give bitches sandwiches with handmade mayonnaise |
I put bitches on the stroll hall |
Plus I control hoes like remote control suped remote controlled cars |
Code blow ho on 'em like the internet |
Got my dick in her neck and ain’t even took her to dinner yet |
Fuck that I ain’t taken her to dinner |
I’ll bring her to a diner get behind and go up in her |
You fuckin' with losers |
I’m a winner I’m gone in summer hot in the winter |
Fuck hungry I’m ready for dinner HA! |
Bitches don’t know the low |
'Bout to slap your ass off the endo smoke |
I’m in the club straight goin' for broke |
Sellin' bitches everything even low key dope |
Don’t you wanna get nasty |
I like it when you freak that ass |
36−24−36 shaped like an hourglass |
You be doin' the worm in the club |
Like a chicken with it’s head cut off |
Let me rub up on that clit it feels so nice and soft |
Coast to coast we do-si-dos |
And get your day started like a breakfast toast |
Me and my niggas make beats for your strokes |
Heat for your tokes, baby tees for your chokes, keys for your? |
Me squeezin' your folks |
When they come through |
With their noses flarin' out like they be on that coke |
Nah we on that dope |
Now she wanna go cause she wanna know |
How did we walk through the front door |
No pat down, Straight V.I.P |
Well when it comes to rap styles, and rap crowns, and mack downs |
Just mingle, we straight smack down |
We so OG this here gonna be |
If you with it you can have a little hit off me |
Get nasty, get freaky, get busy o-so-off the hizzy |