Chingy

Chingy - Holidae In lyrics

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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 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 leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing 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 leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me up

Just bring the liquor it's already eight shawties

I'm on my way (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 to Natural Bridge Road

I'm already blowed, get there I'm a be be blowed some mo'

Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning

Valet 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 BET?"

"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 herre, 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

Niggaz knocking on the door drunk and acting 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 tha 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

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

Doc-tor 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 Holidae In

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

Now 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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