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 you got that bomb 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 other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

(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

call me upphone 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 pack of Corona, an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em me they 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 door I'm on the scene of
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right 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 chillin at the 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 let the party begin

Ma showed up "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get wraps 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 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 just
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next wit some girls lookin like they from an island

(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 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 call me Mr.
Far from little, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just play a "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 wood lived off a
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
brain in the rental, I done 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 bring four of friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to 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
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
Meet me at the In
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we ain't nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you