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 that bomb pussy

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

(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?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Peeps me upphone 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 need a natural road
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed 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 girls on the elevator 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, equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, 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) I ain't come 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 friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a chick in the 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 me a reason to be a damn heathen
that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
out the bathroom 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 other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to 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 glands
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, my wood lived off a thistle
some 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 blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I 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 won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gone do the damn
Now I'm talking bout
We disturb the peace right now
we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you