Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel
Just bring the liquor 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 Highway 2-7 need a natural graze
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I em follow me they 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 door I'm on the scene of
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a waste
There's some girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
I came 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 you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a chick in the seeing what's poppin
You what's 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 teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera
I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an

(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 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 under control, the bowl of biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't until it tickles
play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
brain 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 four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we ain't nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so 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