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 you got that bomb 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 gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

(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 leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
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 already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet look like he in the and must 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 that boy 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
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

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

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom what's poppin
You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm "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, tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats 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 won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I felt this good, since my wood 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, down the beat, wit a ghetto
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
brain 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 four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now what I'm bout
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah we ain't doing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know 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