Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we do?) Feel on each 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 won't 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

call 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 by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 a natural graze road
I'm blowed, hit third 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 em follow 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"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face
it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em
Talking "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww

(Whachu doin?) chillin 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 and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know what get them 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 said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls like they from an island

(Whachu doin?) chillin 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 leading to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender 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 the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood 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 trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
brain 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 four of your
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to 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, hard on you hoes
bitch, bring 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 I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you