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?) chillin 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 thing leading to let the party begin

(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 thing leading to let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid 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 need a graze road
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet look he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I em follow me they knew 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 I'm on the scene of things
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to (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 won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggaz knocking on the drunk, and silly
The said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
the next room wit some 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 of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop 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 balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some 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 beat, wit a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
brain in the rental, I done 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 won't 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

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
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 that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm bout
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you