Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

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

(Whachu doin?) Nothing 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 leading to let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a party
Just bring the liquor there's already 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 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet look he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me knew I had it cracking 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 of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's some pretty girls in herre, I em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening"
I come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I 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 peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know get them wraps and roll up
I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, 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 strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
Doc-tor giggles, I can't until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya 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 this good, since my 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, 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?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel 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 nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we gone do the thing
Now what I'm bout
We gon' the peace right now
we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm 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