Chingy ft. Snoop & Ludacris
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Holidae In "
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
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
[Chorus]
Whachu doin? Nothin, chillin at the Holidae In
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 leadin to another let the party begin
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor, it's already eight, shawty
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 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'ma get blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game, and must be winnin
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?"
"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 herre, I hear 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 gon hit, aww shit
[Chorus]
[Verse 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 droppin
Niggaz knockin 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 cheesin
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about it, no footage as I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smilin, cats still whilin
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: 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 jiggle
Got em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
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, out wit Chingy, at the Holidae In
[Chorus]
[Outro: 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 hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Know what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothin 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, tryin to run from this pimpin
You can't out run the pimpin bitch, I done told you
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