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    Knoc-Turn'Al / Lyrics

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    "Cash Sniffin' Noses" Lyrics

    Knoc-Turn'Al feat. Too $hort

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    Mac flossy where you at?
    (Aah)
    I wish they all could be California
    I wish they all could be California
    I wish they all could be California hoes

    California bitches
    (Tim dog)
    Some bad hoes
    Bitch you digging in the wrong dirt bitch
    Ain't no gold in here
    Fucking with the wrong niggas
    Knoc-Turn'al, Slip Capone, Short Dog

    I knew a tight white bitch named Marianna
    She lived right around the corner from Temecula
    See I was bored, I fucked both of them whores before
    So I called my other bitch Elsinore

    She wasn't cracking
    So I called up Hesperia and Monrovia and Valencia
    I got some pussy from Pomona and her sister Corona
    It ain't nothing like them hoes in southern California

    I knew a bitch named Irvine
    She had a cousin with the name Santa Ana
    It was short for Anaheim
    I got high in Riverside with Receda and Rosarito
    And Santa Clarita and [unverified]

    I'm pleased to meet you
    I've been all around the world
    And with over a thousand girls
    And homeboy I don't know what you have been told
    But Eskimo pussy is mighty cold
    (Brrr)

    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses
    All around the globe back to California
    Everywhere I go they all up on us
    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses

    You might be gold
    But lately I been doing the platinum pose
    Knoc-Turn'al's on 128 girl
    What? I'll be right over

    Magazines choreograph me in photos
    I put out with three dime pieces slamming four doors
    And if I can use cities in relation to hoes
    I probably fucked San Fernando's daughter, Santa Barbera

    And her best friend Alameda and Sierra
    And Ramona's little sister Covina
    And I don't know what you thought
    Whether you turned the cat in the night bitch

    Still the only manipulation weapon you got
    Knoc-Turn'al ain't the one to fall victim to your plots
    Before I save a hoe from the block
    Her great grandchildren's corpses will rot
    Fuck a hoe

    I'd rather have money and a multiple round spitting glock
    Four mansions with multiple cars investing my chips in stock
    Even if I can't spell dow jones I still pull out fat knocks
    It don't stop

    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses
    All around the globe back to California
    Everywhere I go they all up on us
    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses

    They say this is a man's world
    Can't understand it girl
    All you ever wanted was a man like Chante Moore
    You know us ballers never have one woman

    And when you need us we never come running
    That's why now you think about your ex again
    You want to page him just to have sex with him
    But instead you better call your next of kin

    And complain these ballers won't let you in
    She don't love you she loves money and sex
    Bitches shoot you in the head for a Rolex
    I know the bitch is a dick fiend

    I fucked her one night when she was sixteen
    I know it seems like a long time ago
    But I fucked her again when she was twenty four
    Bitch, I'm an old school vet, they call me Too $hort

    Look your woman in the eyes
    What she do it for? Biyatch
    You know these hoes man
    They'd do anything if they think it's for the money, that's why

    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses
    All around the globe back to California
    Everywhere I go they all up on us
    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses

    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses
    All around the globe back to California
    Everywhere I go they all up on us
    These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
    Got cash sniffin' noses
    This song was submitted on May 24th, 2010 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by C. Kelley, M. Holder, Royal Harbor, S. Anderson, T. Shaw.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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