Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got bomb ass pussy
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 leading to another let the party begin

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

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
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 already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet look like he in the and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a waste
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I 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 four of your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
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 Dizzle
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, 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 chillin at the 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

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