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 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 thing to another let the party begin

(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 other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a party
Just bring the liquor there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still 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 like "wassup"
I told em follow me knew 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
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't 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 won't you 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 "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a chick in the seeing what's poppin
You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still 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 won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

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 until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and 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
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I blazed 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?) Nothing chillin at the 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 thing leading to another let the begin

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