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 know you got that bomb pussy

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing 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 it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor already eight 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 some mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I told em follow me they I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste
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 come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(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 begin

Ma showed up "what's the hold up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing poppin
You know 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 teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, tha camera
I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the room wit some girls lookin like they 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 each other and sip on 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, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just play a "D" and I'll 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, since my lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
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 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 begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking
We disturb the peace right now
we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I told you