Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't 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

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

Peeps call me ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
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 a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
look like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the 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 wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the of things
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae 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 showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know get them wraps and roll up
I a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and
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 reason to be a heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, tha camera
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some lookin like they from an island

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth
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, since my lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
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 won't you bring 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 Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
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 talking
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the
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