Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(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 leading to let the party begin

(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 leading to another let the party begin

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 a natural graze road
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, still spinning
Valet look like he in the and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the of things
in, Henny bottle to the face
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 come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

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

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

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
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, my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(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 leading to another let the party

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm talking
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking bout, so the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I told you