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 that 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 each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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

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 pack of Corona, an ounce 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, still spinning
look like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped 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 head a waste
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I come 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 chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps 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

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 of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just 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 balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
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 four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gone do the thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the peace 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 this
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you