Bomb ass Ma ooh you got bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some ass pussy Ma I you got that bomb bomb pussy
(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen One leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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 party
Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel Just bring the liquor there's eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a graze road 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 knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit ding-a-ling" Knock on the I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny to the face Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic There's some girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit) What I for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen One leading to another let the party begin
Ma up like "what's the hold up?" Man what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's 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 strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha I thought 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
(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 thing to another let the party begin
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary giggle Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it 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, my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple Getting in the rental, I done did it again My chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In
(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends (What we gon' do?) on each other 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 nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Luda, Luda, going hard on you Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP Oh wee, and that sticky icky And we gone do the thing Now what I'm bout We gon' the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but We chillin' and Know I'm talking bout, so push the button You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you