Holidae In lyrics

Artist  : Chingy 
Song : Holidae In



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[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