Fresh off the streets, just finished a in Long Beach Ready to relax, up my feet smoke a blunt or two, that's what I want to do Broke out and called up the Snoop (What happenin' nephew?) Oh, nothin' called, lookin' for some women who can fondle my balls (Well you hit the right dogg, I can you with that Gimme 15 minutes, and I hit you back) Off to the hotel, I was ready Slapped the in the 'llac to control the speed Put one up in the air, the cops just Waved my hands out the like I just ain't care Got to the and I slid through the door On to the elevator, hit the floor And what would next only time could tell 'Cause I got up to my room, and I was mad as (Ah! Damn!)
Who let these in my room? (These hoes) Who let these hoes in my (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (I know) Who let hoes in my room?
Now it was B.A.P hoes and they look like trash But one was midget, so we'll just say and a half I was stuck speechless, couldn't my eyes What'd I do to this unpleasant surprise? And I was to myself, "This is just my luck" Then my bust in like "What the fuck!?" (Oh shit Snoop!)
Who in the hell let them booger out they cell (Not me) And what they doin' in ya' room? Nigga make 'em (Yeah) Got some fine bitches, bitches on they way (Okay) And security, "Let 'em in, with no delay" (Ha Ha!) So when they get here, they'll probably be like naked Don't mean to trip out, but bitch got to dip out (Dip Out!) Catch the up one floor Presidential with the slidin' key for the (Oh No!) What the fuck goin' on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then it's the song Them bitches was so ugly, I 'em to go home
Who let these hoes in my (Man who let these hoes in my room man?) Who let these hoes in my (Did you let 'em in?) Who let hoes in my room? (Who let 'em in?) Who let hoes in my room?
Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to One was 5'6 and weighed three pounds (No she come through with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big fat of it) You can't me, I'ma separate you Bitch ya' smell like Pepe Le Pew (You filthy, nasty, in the head in my dressing room with dick on ya' brain) She said "I want you to in this underwear, silly" But I was off by her tupper-ware titties (Fake bitches, break bitches, bitches Kick rocks, when fucked up in they face Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my Hey Ludacris let's get the up out this place, let's bounce) Then it got to my head, and something me I who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot) (Ya' bread, chicken-shit nigga!)
Who let these hoes in my (Who let these hoes in my room?) Who let hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these in my room? (I need to know, who let these hoes in) Who let these hoes in my room? (Ay, gotta go)