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    Holidae Inn
    Chingy(Feat Snoop Dogg e Ludacris)

    [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 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

    [Chorus: Chingy + (Girl)]
    (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

    [Verse 1: Chingy]
    Peeps call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
    Just bring the liquor there'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 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 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

    [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

    [Verse 2: Chingy]
    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 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, 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

    [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

    [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 giggle
    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

    [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

    [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 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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