Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
Ma I know you got that 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 gon' do?) on each 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 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

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel
Just the liquor there's already eight shawties
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 natural graze
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, 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 elevator "wassup"
I told em me they knew I had it cracking B
One "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's some pretty girls in herre, I em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 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 chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring 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 like "what's the up?"
Man know what get wraps 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 girl "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, ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like from an island

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
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 lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring 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 begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and light that 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 talking bout, so the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you