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 know you got bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some 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 friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Peeps me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
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'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
look like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me knew 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 I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't 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 do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr.
Far from little, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth 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 felt this good, since my lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big 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?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holidae In
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right 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