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Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got bomb, bomb pussy

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(What you doin'?) Nothing, at the Holiday Inn
(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 let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel
Just bring the liquor; there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, a natural graze road
I'm already hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told "follow me"
knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling wit' much ding-a-ling."
on the door; I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I heard 'em
Talking "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I come to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww,

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Ma showed up like, "what's the up?"
Man know get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom, seeing what's
You know what's on my mind, off and panties dropping
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, actin'
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm "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 the camera
Then I about no footage while I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next wit' some girls lookin' like they from an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the bowl of vittles
Doctor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just a little "D," and I'll make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these are not whiffle
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 Henny trickle down the beat wit' a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky; I'm wit' Chingy at the Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy disturbing tha
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, four of ya friends
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gon' do the thing
Know what I'm 'bout?
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah, we ain't doing nothing but
We and nuttin'
Know I'm talking 'bout? So push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle,
Yeah, bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I done you