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 know you got bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?) Nothing 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 to another let the party begin

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

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

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

Ma showed up "what's the hold up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the seeing what's poppin
You what's 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 teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats whiling
Sharing the next room wit girls lookin like they from an island

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to another let the 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 biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a tempo
I blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

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

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you