Holidae In

Bomb ass pussy Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy [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' do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another; let the party begin [Chingy] Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be winning To room four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up There'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?" "Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit' 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 a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in here; I heard 'em whispering Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening." I ain't come to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, shit [Chorus x 2] [Chingy] 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, actin' 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 the camera Then I thought about no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit' some girls lookin' like they from an island [Chorus x 2] [Ludacris] Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little; make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender vittles Doctor 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 whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit' 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 wit' 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 wit' Chingy at the Holiday Inn [Chorus x 2] [Snoop Dogg] 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 hos Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holiday Inn Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gon' do the damn thing Know what I'm talking 'bout? We gon' 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, uh-huh Yeah, bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin', bitch I done told you