Cash Sniffin' Noses Lyrics - Singles - Knoc-turn'al

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