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?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on 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 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

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a party
Just bring the liquor there's already 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 graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet look 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 "ain't you that boy that 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, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, like my head a toxic waste
some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww

(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?) on each other 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 them and roll up
I took a chick in the seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and
The said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a 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 wit some girls lookin like they from an island

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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 party

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just play a "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after 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 felt good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a 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 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 leading to let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm 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