Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got bomb ass pussy
Ma I you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, like my head a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Ma showed up "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's
You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls like they from an island

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gone do the thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking bout, so the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you