Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel 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 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 party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed 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
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I told em follow me they 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 scene of
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, like my head a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww

(Whachu doin?) Nothing 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 begin

Ma showed up "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the drunk, and silly
The said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an

(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 thing leading to another let the party

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 bowl of tender
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but balls 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 dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
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?) 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 party

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