Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb pussy

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the 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 thing leading to another let the begin

Peeps call me ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just the liquor there's 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 graze road
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit 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 toxic
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't 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 four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and
The girl "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like from an island

(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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I swing it a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
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, it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
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 four of your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing to another 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, bring four of ya
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the right now
we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know I'm talking bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you