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?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we do?) Feel 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 won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel
bring 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 natural road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you 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, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't to talk (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 at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

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

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after 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 good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some 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
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the 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 begin, bitch
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know I'm talking 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