Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hotel Motel, artist - Suga Free. Album song Suga Free And Mausberg Presents Konnectid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.2000
Record label: Laneway
Song language: English
Hotel Motel |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
Check, it really please us, don’t it? |
Thanks to the almighty pimp god, I’m on my knees praying |
With a candle with a picture of me and Jesus on it |
I get down, saying, «Fuck the side talk» |
(What you want, baby?) Bitch, I want you on the sidewalk |
Now you gave me 450 last night, right? |
OK, now add 250 more |
That’s a thou, now get back on the track before I bust you in your mouth |
This ain’t no game, bitch; |
this ain’t funny, nigga |
You want some pussy, potna? |
I want some money, nigga |
Suga Free’ll pimp or die, nigga, use what you got |
And if you ain’t got what it takes to spark that game and stack that not |
Then you can miss me with that trick shit |
Muthafucka, you would not believe the money that my bitch get |
Now that the pimpin’s been recognized |
It’s time to move on and groove on with Madd Nation on the Westside |
Tony Lane, Tooly, Tron, Inch, Dog, Clue, and Bubba, Kuulayd |
To leave ya, peace, I’m out this muthafucka |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
Now, problem one: solved |
I jacked it off and served it to the Kleenex, ah |
‘Cause bitch, your fiancé loves you a whole lot |
And you out there taking dick to the jawbone, the whole shot |
Stop, spot up, shot up, then you got up |
Dick extracurricular, bitch, you gets a lot of |
And that’s why I pay you no attention when we up in the club |
I need a drink, bitch, give me a dub |
See, we make all you hoes stand up in the middle in the floor |
And take off all your clothes, because that’s all you know |
And we watch you juggle dicks until it’s time to go |
Now don’t talk about it, be about it |
Your phone ringin'—that's a dick, bitch, see about it |
If he about it, he’ll spit in your muthafuckin' face and be out |
And Suga Free, Young Quik, and Madd Nation, we out |
We at the… |
Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
She must been born in a leap year, Quik (Why?) because she tweakin' |
As I recall, her last case of dick was last weekend |
I bet she didn’t know I know her like that, Carmen |
A super psychotic, super exotic woman |
A young Creole, with a free hole for niggas to get up in |
But would she like to make some ends? |
I’m curious |
If I could turn her into a professional dick gobbler |
Then I could increase the knot in my pocket |
Steppin' up out the hotel room at the casino |
The Reno, ‘bout to break this bitch for what she know |
Now, if you walk over to the slot machine |
You walk away to the gambling table |
You see that breaking ‘cause you able |
Walk upstairs, leave the money on the floor |
I’ma open up the door, I’m just gon' get it and go |
Young Tron ain’t no simp |
I’m hustlin' hoes, pimpin' muthafuckas ‘til it’s time to go up at the… |
Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
Now could you tell me why my mind’s gone? |
Could you tell me why my mind’s blown? |
Is it that the fact that my dick is full grown? |
I’m thinking about you, and I be playing with it every day |
There’s no way no how you gon' stay |
Oh baby, won’t you think about it |
Huh, you wanna play a sex game |
You wanna play with my ding-a-ling |
Kuulayd ain’t payin' for the puss' |
It ain’t worth going inside your bush, so much smush |
Please go away! |
See now you done set it off, and give you a whiff of that drink |
Stand up, get up, wait a minute, hold me back |
She thinks I’m paying for the room |
But I don’t need your bush—I'll go and find another pussy |
Don’t believe it when she say «She loves you», that’s a lie |
It’s just another way to keep you buying—girl, stop trying |
You lied in the first place—now who’s paying the fee? |
You better get to walking, acting like you don’t know |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay the fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?) |
I said if you can’t pay your fee, too bad, your ass just can’t come in |
Yeah, Kuulayd, man, look here |
Last night, man, I was on some old way out shit, man |
I felt like I wasn’t even myself, man, you know what I’m sayin' |
This shit just be getting up in a muthafucka, man |
And I just handle my business |
I just takes care of my business, man, you know |
I’m not finna go hungry for no muthafuckin' body out here |
In a real way |