Holidae In Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Bomb ass pussy 

Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it 

Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy 

Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy 

[Chorus x 2] 

(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday 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 

[Chingy] 

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party 

Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties 

I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store 

Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a 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 lookin' like he in the game and must be winning 

To room four-nine-O 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?" 

"Yeah, 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 '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 x 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 

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 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 x 2] 

[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 vittles 

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 

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 Holiday Inn 

[Chorus x 2] 

[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 hos 

Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya friends 

Meet me at the Holiday Inn 

Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP 

Oh wee, and light that sticky icky 

And we gon' 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