- Chingy Holidae In 歌詞
- Chingy
- feat. Ludacris and Snoop Dogg）
Intro: Snoop Dogg]
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: Snoop + （Girl）]
（Whachu doin?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit?） Me and my peeps wont 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
Chorus: Chingy + （Girl）]
（Whachu doin?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit?） Me and my peeps wont 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
Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up phone ring] said its a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor its already eight shawties
Im on my way （way） let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of dro, ya know?
Now Im on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Road
Im already blowed, hit third Im 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 Im headed, on my way up
Theres three girls on the elevator like 'wassup'
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said 'aint you that boy that be on BET?'
'Ya thats me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling'
Knock on the door Im on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
Theres some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout 'thats that dude that sing Right Thurr he glistening'
I aint come to talk （talk） I aint come to sit （sit）
What I came for was to find out who Im gon hit, aww shit
Whachu doin?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit?） Me and my peeps wont 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
Chorus: Chingy + （Girl）]
（Whachu doin?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit?） Me and my peeps wont 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
Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma showed up like 'whats the hold up?'
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing whats poppin
You know whats 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' Im like 'yeah!', 'oh really?'
Now she naked strip teasing, me Im 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
Whachu doin?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit?） Me and my peeps wont 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
Chorus: Chingy + （Girl）]
（Whachu doin?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit? ） Me and my peeps wont 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
Verse 3: Ludacris ]
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 cant stop until it tickles
Just play a little 'D' and Ill 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 aint felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, Im 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, Im wit Chingy, at the Holidae In
Whachu doin?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit?） Me and my peeps wont 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
Chorus: Chingy + （Girl）]
（Whachu doin ?） Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
（Who you wit?） Me and my peeps wont 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
Outro: Snoop Dogg]
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 Im talking bout
We gon disturb the peace right now
Yeah we aint doing nothing but chillin
We chillin and nuttin
Know what Im talking bout, so push the button
You know whats happenin, fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin
You cant out run the pimpin bitch, I done told you
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