Lyrics Holidae In - Edit - Chingy
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
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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,
let
me
stop
by
the
store
Get
a
12
pack
of
Corona,
plus
an
ounce
of
'dro,
ya
know?
Now
I'm
on
Highway
270
the
Natural
Bridge
road
I'm
already
blowed,
get
thurr
I'm
a
get
blowed
some
mo'
Pulled
up,
stop
parked,
rims
still
spinning
Vallet
look
like
he
in
the
game
and
must
be
winning
To
room
490
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
B.E.T?"
Ya
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
about,
"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
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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
Ma
showed
up,
"Hey,
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
it,
no
footage
as
I
ram
her
Walked
out
the
bathroom
smiling,
cats
still
whiling
Sharing
the
next
room
wit
some
girls
lookin'
like
they
from
an
island
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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
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
bittles
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
Fo
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
Holidae
Inn
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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
(Whachu
doin'?)
Nothing,
chillin'
at
the
Holidae
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
Yeah,
let
the
party
begin,
bitch
Ching-a-ling
Ling,
all
the
way
in
St.
Louis
My
nigga
Chingy,
disturbing
the
peace
Luda,
Luda,
going
hard
on
you
hoes
Yeah,
bitch,
bring
four
of
ya
friends
Meet
me
at
the
Holidae
Inn
Bring
a
gang
of
that
Hen,
some
D
S
O
P
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
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
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