Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got bomb, know 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 won't you bring four of your
(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 won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel
Just bring the liquor there's already 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 I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet look like he in the and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three on the elevator like "wassup"
I em follow 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 I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
bout "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 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 and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing poppin
You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera
I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit 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 four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on 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, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these 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' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid 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, going hard on you
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we do the damn thing
Now what I'm bout
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah we ain't 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 this
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I told you