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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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