Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(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 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 me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
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, still spinning
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them 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 teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats whiling
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 gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth
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' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each 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, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the right now
we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I told you