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?) Nothing 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

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

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural road
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet look like he in the game and must be
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I told em me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I em whispering
Talking bout "that's that that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
What I for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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 leading to another let the party begin

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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 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, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after 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 wood off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
brain in the rental, I done 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 gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, 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 that sticky icky
And we gone do the 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 talking bout, so the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you