Hoes In My Room Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

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 want to do 

Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?) 

Oh, nothin' just called, lookin' for some women who can fondle my balls 

(Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that 

Gimme 15 minutes, and I hit you right 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 through the door 

On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor 

And what would happen next only time could tell 

'Cause I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Ah! Damn!) 

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Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes) 

Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?) 

Who let these hoes in my room? (I wanna know) 

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!) 

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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 y'all got to dip out (Dip Out!) 

Catch the elevator up one floor 

Presidential with the slidin' key for the door (Oh No!) 

What the fuck goin' on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then it's 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 man?) 

Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?) 

Who let these hoes in my room? (Who let 'em in?) 

Who let these hoes in my room? 

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 through with a thong on 

She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it) 

You can't separate me, I'ma separate you 

Bitch ya' pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew 

(You filthy, nasty, sick in the head 

Sitting in my dressing room with dick on ya' brain) 

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 something 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, y'all gotta go)