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chingy - holiday inn (super clean version) lyrics

[snoop dogg + (girl)]
bomb, bomb, bomb
ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
ma ooh, you got some bomb thang….
ma i know you got that bomb bomb….
(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….
one thing leading to another let the party begin

[chingy + (girl):]
(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….
one thing leading to another let the party begin
peeps call me up….. said it’s a ho-tel party
just bring the (whoa!) there’s already eight shawties
i’m on my way (way) let me stop by the store
get a 12 pack of …., plus an ……, ya know?
now i’m on highway 270 the natural bridge road
i’m already….., get thurr i’m a get….. 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 “w-ssup”
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!
…… then, feel like my head a……
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 shhhhh

[snoop dogg + (girl)]
(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….
one thing leading to another let the party begin

[chingy + (girl):]
(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….
one thing leading to another let the party begin
ma showed up “hey, what’s the hold up?”
man know what get them……………
i…… seeing what’s poppin
you know what’s on my mind,?……… dropping
(ooooo!) knocking on the door (yeahhh), actin’ silly
the girl said “can i be in yo video” i’m like “yeah!”, “oh really?”
now she naked (oooo!) me i’m just cheesing
she gave me a reason to be a d-mn (ohh!)
handled that, told ol’ g, bring tha camera
then i thought about, no footage as i (ooooo!)
walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

[verse 3: ludacris + (girl)]
stop, drop, kaboom!, baby rub on ya (ooooo!)
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 b-lls 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 ch-nky, i’m wit chingy, at the holidae inn

[snoop dogg:]
yeah, let the party begin,
ching-a-ling ling, all the way in st. louis
chingy, disturbing tha peace
luda, luda,

{[fade out]}

- chingy lyrics

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