这一首《Hoes in My Room》lyric歌曲是由歌手Ludacris演唱，发布于个人Chicken-n-Beer专辑里，H吉他网整理分享最新的完整版歌词如下：
Hoes in My Room (Live) – Ludacris
Hey thank all y’all for coming out tonight
It was a beautiful night tonight at The Shizznit
Where pimping ain’t dead these hoes just scared
Thanks Snoop Dogg Ludacris all the players from the LBC
It was a beautiful night tonight
Oh look at these fools
Ay security come get these niggas
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 nothing just called looking for some women how 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 through the door
On to the elevator hit the penthouse floor
And what would happen next only time could tell
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
Oh no
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 bap 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 thinking to myself
This is just my luck
Then my nigga bust in like
What the f**k
Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell not me
And what they doing in you 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
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 on more floor
Presidential with the sliding key for the door
Oh no
What the f**k going 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
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 through with a thong on
She did for the hell of it big fat whale of it
You can’t separate me I’mma separate you
Bitch you pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew
You filthy nasty sick in the head
Sitting in my dressing room with dick on you bread
She said I want you to climb in this underwear silly
But I was turned off by her tupperware titties
Fake bitches break bitches make bitches
Kick rocks when they f**ked up in they face
Tick tock you gots to get up out my space
Hey Ludacris let’s get the f**k 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
You 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 y’all gotta go
Y’all gotta get the f**k up outta here ugly ass bitches
I dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressing room
You know what I’m sayin’
Soon as I get off stage
It’s 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posted up in my dressing room
And security act like they don’t know who did it
I know I know you feel what I’m sayin’
All my nigga around the whole world
We need to form a society or something
Fat gorilla monkey mouth bitches
Can’t get in our motherf**king dressing room or backstage
And if they do we kindly put our foot up their asses
And redirect them bitches to security dressing room you dig
Sick of these ugly ass bitches being my dressing room
Audacious on his rhymes and indulgent with his appetites, Ludacris may flaunt the cartoonish side of his personality, but he isn’t just another unreconstructed Southern rapper. Chicken -N- Beer, his third album (to go along with dozens of guest spots), shows a rapper balancing the w**d, women, and fried chicken with shots at those who’ve crossed him and a look at a few celebrity perils, delivered with his lightning quick phrasing and cutting wit. That he’s able to harness all this to his usual rollicking, all-in-good-fun persona is a testament to the best rapper in the business, one of the few who’s actually celebrating something and having a great time doing it. The steamy sex rap \
