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 bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

(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 leading to another let the party

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel
bring the liquor there's already 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'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em 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 door I'm on the scene of
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't to talk (talk) I ain't 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 do?) Feel on each 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 seeing what's poppin
You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, tha camera
Then I thought about, no 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 four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

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 it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
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 four of friends
(What we do?) Feel 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, 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 what I'm talking
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking bout, so the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you