Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

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

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

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

Peeps me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
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 already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em me they knew I had it cracking B
One "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't 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 four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man what get them 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
Niggaz knocking on the 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, ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some lookin like they from an island

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

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
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
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(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?) Feel on each 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, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you