| Bomb ass pussy
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| Ma, ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
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| Ma, ooh you got some bomb ass pussy
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| Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy
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| (Whachu doing?)
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| Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn!
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| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn!
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| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some
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| Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| Peeps call me up said it’s a ho-tel party
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| Just bring the liquor, there’s already eight shawties
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| I’m on my way, let me stop by the store
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| Get a 12-pack of Coronas
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| — plus an
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| ounce of 'dro
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| , ya know?
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| Now I’m on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Rd
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| I’m already blowed, hit third I’mma be be blowed some mo'
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| Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
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| Valet looking like he in the game and must be winning
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| To room 490 I’m headed, on my way up
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| It’s three girls on the elevator like: «wassup?»
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| I told em:
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| «follow me». |
| they knew I had it cracking B
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| One said «ain't you that boy that be on BET?»
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| Ya that’s me, Ching-a-ling equipped with much ding-a-ling"
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| Knock on the door, I’m on the scene of things
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| Busted in, Henny bottle to the face
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| Fuck it then, feel like my head is toxic waste
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| It’s some pretty girls in hurr, I heard em whispering
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| Talking bout «that's that dude that sing „Right Thurr“ — he glistening»
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| I ain’t come to talk, I ain’t come to sit
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| What I came for was to find out who I’m gonna hit, aww shit
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| (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn!
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| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn!
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| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| Ma showed up like «what's the hold up?»
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| Man know what, get them wraps and roll up
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| I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what’s poppin
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| You know what’s on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
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| Niggas knocking on the door drunk, acting silly
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| The girl said «can I be in yo video» I’m like «yeah!», «oh really?»
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| Now she naked strip teasing, me I’m just cheesing
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| She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
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| Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
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| Then I thought about, no footage as I ram her
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| Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still wilding
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| Sharing the next room with some girls looking like they from an island
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| (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn!
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| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn!
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| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on your nipples
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| Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
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| Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle
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| Got 'em under control, with a bowl of Tender Vittles
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| Doc-tor giggles, I can’t stop until it tickles
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| Just play a little «D» and I’ll make ya mouth dribble
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| Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
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| I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not Wiffle
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| Hit 'em in triples, with no strikes, stripes, or whistles
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| I ain’t felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
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| Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
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| For shizzle dizzle, I’m on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
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| Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, with a ghetto tempo
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| I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
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| Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
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| My eyes chinky, I’m with Chingy, at the Holiday Inn
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| (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn!
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| (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends
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| (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
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| One thing leading to another let the party begin
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| Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
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| Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
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| My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
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| Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
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| Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
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| Meet me at the Holiday Inn
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| Bring a gang of that Hen, some VSOP
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| Ooh wee! |
| And light that sticky-icky
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| And we gone do the damn thing
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| Now what I’m talking bout
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| We gonna disturb the peace right now
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| Yeah we ain’t doing nothing but chillin
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| We chillin' and nuttin'
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| Know what I’m talking bout, so push the button
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| You know what’s happenin', fa shizzle
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| Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
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| You can’t out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |