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 bomb

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

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

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Ma showed up "what's the hold up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, 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 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 about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls like they from an island

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae 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 another let the begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some 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 can't until it tickles
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my lived 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 Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(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 each 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, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you