Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
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?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

(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 leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel
Just bring the liquor there's already eight
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 graze road
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling wit much ding-a-ling"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) Nothing 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 leading to another let the party begin

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
Doc-tor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all 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 lived off a
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Dizzle
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting brain in the rental, I 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 won't you four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gone do the damn
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing but chillin
We and nuttin'
what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you