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Written by b. setzer

Hey, louis prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
'cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend
jeans
Nah homie I ain't thinkin' I'm just doin' my thing

Alright (alright) okay (okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis
ain't thinking, I'm just doin, my thing

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag
the whole club fuckin' wasted
Every time I drive by, I'm the only thing you're playin'
In a drop top, doin' hundred, y'all in my rearview mirror racin'
with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it

It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder
jeans
Nah homie I ain't thinkin' I'm just doin' my thing

Alright (alright) okay (okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
where you at? (mic check) 
"Check this out!" 
Hey yo who want to step up and get their cranium cracked 
From my man Louis from the Ville Slugger
You know what west coasts niggas is gon' tell me?
This is too west coast.

Doing my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the Nina go
Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing

princess cut chains

I bend bitches like bike frames

my tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
[Louis Logic]
Whatcha think cause ya neck and ya wrist go bling
That ya shit don't stink? Faggot asses doin' the Sisqo thing in a thong
y'all ain't
Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin'' by, when daddy died
That's when my momma started gettin'' high
My neighborhood was full of drivebys,
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
And come around the lab when I lay a song down (right on mami)
And even when I seen her with my lady
She'll walk by, I'll walk by, no actin shady
No prank
Ain't chu like something the kid, Jay or Puffy
Ridin' Phantoms is nothing ain't that lifestyle lovely

Ain't it true ya chain doin' exotic things
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon'
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back,
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop,
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home

Check the background, St. Louis clown from
and the reverend
I hope I don't violate
Nino, where my nina
Hope I don't violate
Primo, where my primas
Hope I don't violate
The bomb mamacitas
Hope I don't
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp
the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I prayed to the skies and I
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon'
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon'