Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got bomb ass pussy
Ma I you got that bomb bomb pussy

(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 other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

(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 other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

call 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 by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural 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
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it B
One "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, like my head a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

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

Ma showed up like "what's the 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 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
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
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 do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth
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 this good, my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
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?) 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 other and sip on Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the damn
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we ain't nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you