Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holidae In, artist - Chingy. Album song Jackpot, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Holidae In |
Bomb ass pussy |
Ma, ooh you got that bomb, know you got it |
Ma, ooh you got some bomb ass pussy |
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy |
(Whachu doing?) |
Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
(Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some |
Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
Peeps call me up said it’s a ho-tel party |
Just bring the liquor, there’s already eight shawties |
I’m on my way, let me stop by the store |
Get a 12-pack of Coronas |
— plus an |
ounce of 'dro |
, ya know? |
Now I’m on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Rd |
I’m already blowed, hit third I’mma be be blowed some mo' |
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning |
Valet looking like he in the game and must be winning |
To room 490 I’m headed, on my way up |
It’s three girls on the elevator like: «wassup?» |
I told em: |
«follow me». |
they knew I had it cracking B |
One said «ain't you that boy that be on BET?» |
Ya that’s me, Ching-a-ling equipped with much ding-a-ling" |
Knock on the door, I’m on the scene of things |
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face |
Fuck it then, feel like my head is toxic waste |
It’s some pretty girls in hurr, I heard em whispering |
Talking bout «that's that dude that sing „Right Thurr“ — he glistening» |
I ain’t come to talk, I ain’t come to sit |
What I came for was to find out who I’m gonna hit, aww shit |
(Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
(Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
Ma showed up like «what's the hold up?» |
Man know what, get them wraps and roll up |
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what’s poppin |
You know what’s on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping |
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, acting silly |
The girl said «can I be in yo video» I’m like «yeah!», «oh really?» |
Now she naked strip teasing, me I’m just cheesing |
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen |
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera |
Then I thought about, no footage as I ram her |
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still wilding |
Sharing the next room with some girls looking like they from an island |
(Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
(Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on your nipples |
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles |
Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle |
Got 'em under control, with a bowl of Tender Vittles |
Doc-tor giggles, I can’t stop until it tickles |
Just play a little «D» and I’ll make ya mouth dribble |
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle |
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not Wiffle |
Hit 'em in triples, with no strikes, stripes, or whistles |
I ain’t felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle |
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels |
For shizzle dizzle, I’m on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle |
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, with a ghetto tempo |
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple |
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again |
My eyes chinky, I’m with Chingy, at the Holiday Inn |
(Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
(Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! |
(Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you’d bring over your friends |
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen |
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch |
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis |
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace |
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes |
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends |
Meet me at the Holiday Inn |
Bring a gang of that Hen, some VSOP |
Ooh wee! |
And light that sticky-icky |
And we gone do the damn thing |
Now what I’m talking bout |
We gonna disturb the peace right now |
Yeah we ain’t doing nothing but chillin |
We chillin' and nuttin' |
Know what I’m talking bout, so push the button |
You know what’s happenin', fa shizzle |
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' |
You can’t out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |