Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your 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 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 party

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a party
bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to (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 at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your 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 what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just
She me a reason to be a damn 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 next room wit some girls lookin like they an island

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr.
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the bowl of 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 like a bat, but these balls are not
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 dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(Whachu doin?) chillin 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 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, four of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you