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 know you got that bomb pussy

(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?) Feel on each 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 won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Peeps call me ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just the liquor there's already eight shawties
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 natural road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet look he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste
some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to (talk) I ain't come 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 to another let the party begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get wraps and roll up
I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggaz knocking on the 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 cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I thought about, no while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth 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 wood off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
brain in the rental, I done did it again
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(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 to another let the party begin

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