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2 Sep '03 R&B
3 Sep '03 Hot 100


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] (What you doing) nothing Chilling at the Holiday Inn (Who you with) Me and my peeps Won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) feel on each other And sip on some Henn One thing leading to another Let the party begin [repeat CHORUS] Peeps call me up Said it's a hotel party Just bring the liquor There's already eight shorties I'm on my way Let me stop by the store Get a twelve pack of Corona Plus an ounce of dro, you know Now I'm on Highway two seven Near the natural bridge road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a get blowed some more Pulled up, stop, parked Rims still spinning Valet looking like he in the game And must be winning To room four nine oh 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 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 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 I ain't come to sit What I came for was to find out Who I'm gon' hit, aww shit [repeat CHORUS 2x] 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 popping 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 your 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 old G, bring the camera Then I thought about it No footage as I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling Cats still whiling Sharing the next room with some girls Looking like they from an island

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[repeat CHORUS 2x] Stop, drop, kaboom Baby, rub on your nipples Some call me Ludacris Some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little Make your mammary glands jiggle Got 'em under control With a bowl of tender viddles Doctor giggles I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little D And I'll make your 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 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 [repeat CHORUS 2x] 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 your friends Meet me at the Holiday Inn Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Ooh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Know what I'm talking 'bout We gonna disturb the peace right now Yeah, we ain't doing nothing but chilling We chilling and nutting You know what I'm talking 'bout So push the button You know what's happening For shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to Run from this pimping You can't out run the pimping Bitch, I done told you You can hide in Atlanta You can hide in St. Louis


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