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 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