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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 doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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 doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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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Peeps call me up [phone ring] 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 (way) let me stop by the store |
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Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? |
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Now I'm on Highway 270 and Natural Bridge road |
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I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' |
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Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning |
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Valet look 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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There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" |
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I told em 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 wit 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 a toxic waste |
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There's some pretty girls in herre, 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 (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) |
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What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit |
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(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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 doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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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Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and 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 whiling |
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Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island |
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(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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 doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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 ya 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 giggle |
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Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles |
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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 whiffle |
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Hit 'em in triples, wit 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, wit 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 wit Chingy, at the Holidae In |
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(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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 doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In |
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(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of 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 Holidae In |
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Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP |
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Oh 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 gon' 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, uh huh |
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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 |