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 chillin at the 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 let the party begin

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

Peeps call me upphone 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 graze
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and 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 I had it cracking B
One "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, feel like my head a 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 to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
I came 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 peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each 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 me Mr. Wiggles
Far little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and 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
some 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 the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(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 leading to another let the begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We chillin' and
what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you