Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got bomb ass pussy
Ma I you got that bomb bomb pussy

(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 begin

(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 and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel
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 of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, 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 elevator "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 equipped wit ding-a-ling"
Knock on the I'm on the scene of things
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
I came 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 gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties
Niggaz knocking on the 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 damn
Handled that, told ol' G, tha camera
Then I thought about, no while I ram her
out the bathroom 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 peeps won't you four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
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 shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
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 other and sip on Hen
One thing 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 on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we do the damn thing
Now what I'm bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we ain't nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you