(outro) Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

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 

(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 

(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 

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid 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 

(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 

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 

(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 

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 

(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 

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