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 chillin at the 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 another let the begin

(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 to another let the party begin

Peeps me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a graze road
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I told em follow me 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 of things
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
There's some girls 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)
I came for was to find 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 your
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
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 strip teasing, me I'm just
She me a reason 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 whiling
Sharing the room 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 do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
Some me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender 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 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, my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting 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 you bring 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 party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gone do the thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right 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 pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I told you