Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't 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

(Whachu doin?) chillin 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 to another let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a party
Just bring the liquor there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a graze road
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 girls on the like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, like my head 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 come to talk (talk) I ain't to sit (sit)
What I came for was to 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 bring four of your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

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

(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 leading to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I blazed 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?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you