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

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

Peeps call me ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural road
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they I had it cracking B
One "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

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

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's
You what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz on the door drunk, and silly
The said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, 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 they from an island

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't this good, since my wood 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 Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(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 other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gone do the thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we ain't doing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you