Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's 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 graze road
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
look like he in the game 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 knew I had it B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit 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 a toxic waste
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that 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?) chillin 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 leading to another let the party begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and 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 cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a heathen
that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
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 of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far little, make ya mammary glands giggle
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 it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I felt this 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 Snoop
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto
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 leading to another let the party

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 of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm bout
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you