Bomb ass Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass Ma I know you got bomb bomb pussy
(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen One thing leading to let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your (What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the begin
call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me by the store Get a 12 of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still Valet like he in the game and must be winning To 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they I had it cracking B One "ain't you that 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 of things Busted in, bottle to the face it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't to sit (sit) What I came for was to 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 bring four of your (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen One thing leading to another let the begin
Ma showed up "what's the hold up?" Man know get them wraps and roll up I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the drunk, and silly The girl "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm cheesing She gave me a to be a damn heathen Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera Then I about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls 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 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 me Ludacris, some call 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 play 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 felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it 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 of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen One thing leading to another let the begin
Yeah, let the party begin, Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya Meet me at the In Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and that sticky icky And we do the damn thing Now what I'm talking 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