Hotel by T.I. (Ft. Too $hort)
Hotel by T.I. (Ft. Too $hort)

Hotel

T.I. & Too $hort * Track #13 On I’m Serious

Hotel Lyrics

[Intro: T.I. & (Too $hort)]
Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on the road last year, 'bout '99?
(The one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talkin' bout the one from L.A
Lil bad bitch I met in the mall wit the big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha' she said
(Whassup?)

[Chorus: Verdia Gamble]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let's do it... Where you at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin' me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine azz well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like the song say, 'cause I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on
The kinda azz that make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her all day in the hallway with the candles on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do?
I said "'Cause I ain't from 'round here, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anyways
We can still get together, 'cause I'm gon' be here fo' a coupla days"
And then she say, she never been to Georgia, she was dyin' to visit
Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sure that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need to pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya ears, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positions you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin' you shawty, fuckin' wit me, like divin' of deep end
Have you sneekin', creepin' in Georgia, freak on the weekend

[Chorus: Verdia Gamble]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let's do it... Where you at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)

[Verse 2: T.I.]
This time, it was me and KP, in NYC
On some Cuervo and Hennessy and two Sweets with two freaks
Some of the baddest thangs in Times Square wit some long hairs, cute feet
One of 'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show me the new beach
Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, 'cause the car only had 2 seats
Lil' cute freak, in the Z3, remind me of one of my hoes in the GC
Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friends call her Cici
Say she up here goin' to NYU, but originally she from DC
Say she'd love to freak me, reminisce while listenin' to mah CD
Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberries and kiwi
Shawty say she like wha' she see, can't wait to get down here and see me
Round Freaknik, say soon as you hit the city all you gotta do is beep me
And let me know what it's finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy
Get a voice mail round 10 to 3, and then wha' she said to me...

[Chorus: Verdia Gamble]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let's do it... Where you at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)

[Interlude: T.I. & Too $hort]
Tell 'em how you did the broad shawty
(I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch)

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
I'm havin' fun... gettin' pussy on the run
Bitches comin' to mah room, tryna make me cum
In *Cleveland* last weekend, O-High Ho, whuz really goin' on?
She said "Stick it down my throat"
A lotta y'all married... to mah ex-tramps
She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp
Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love
I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin' on mah door fo' yo ho, das no game pimp
I fucked all them bitches DMX was namin'
Fuckin' hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight
'Cause I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel

(T.I. & Too $hort talking through Chorus)
Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
(Ho, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!)
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(That's right... we runnin' up in deze hoez..
Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin' in da ATL)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(You betta ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo
You know how a playa do..
... and one mo thang baby..
Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...)

Hotel Q&A

Who wrote Hotel's ?

Hotel was written by T.I. & Too $hort & Kawan Prather & James Hollins & Maurice “Big Reese” Sinclair.

Who produced Hotel's ?

Hotel was produced by Parental Advisory.

When did T.I. release Hotel?

T.I. released Hotel on Tue Oct 09 2001.

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