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Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass
Bomb, I you got that bomb, bomb pussy

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(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Inn
(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 leading to another; let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a party
Just bring the liquor; there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me by the store
Get a twelve of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm already hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, 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; feel like my head a waste
There's some girls in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that 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 hit; aww, shit

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

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of vittles
Doctor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just play a little "D," and I'll ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle down the wit' a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My eyes chinky; I'm wit' Chingy at the Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy disturbing tha peace
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, four of ya friends
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gon' do the thing
Know I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah, we ain't doing but chillin'
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking 'bout? So push the
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from this
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I done you