Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
Ma I know you got that 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 gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

(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?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Peeps call me ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
bring the liquor there's already 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 need a natural graze
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the and must 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 said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the of things
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right 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?) 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 other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

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

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

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you