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    • Chingy f/ Snoop &Ludacris
      Posted Sep 11, 2003 9:03 PM

      Artist: Chingy f/ Snoop Dogg, Ludacris
      Album: Jackpot
      Song: Holidae In
      Typed by: akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com, eddie014@hotmail.com

      [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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