Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some 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 your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each 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 already eight
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a graze road
I'm already blowed, hit 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
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I told em me they knew I had it cracking B
One "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, equipped 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 like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em
Talking bout "that's that that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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 to another let the party begin

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties
Niggaz knocking on the 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 reason to be a heathen
Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the room wit some girls 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 each and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the 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 the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid 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 of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin,
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 that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm bout
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you