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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chingy
Chingy
Vocals
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alonzo E. Lee Jr.
Alonzo E. Lee Jr.
Composer
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Composer
H. Bailey
H. Bailey
Composer
Shamar Daugherty
Shamar Daugherty
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Trak Starz
The Trak Starz
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Howard Earl Bailey, Christopher Brian Bridges, Shamar D. Daugherty, Alonzo E. Jr. Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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