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 you got that bomb bomb pussy

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

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

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims 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 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"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to 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 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 "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz on the door drunk, and silly
The said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, tha camera
Then I thought about, no while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like 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?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr.
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I it like 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
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
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 of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
Meet me at the In
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm talking
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We and nuttin'
Know I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you