Holidae In

Chingy feat. Ludacris & Snoop Dogg

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album: Track 12 in album Jackpot
release date: 2003-7-15
popularity : 66 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Pop Rap/Thug Rap
length: 5:15

Album Information

label: Capitol Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 724358182705
script: Latin

Cover Art

Chingy Jackpot cover art

Lyrics

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Bomb *** *****
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-*** *****

(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
To room four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
I told 'em: "follow me"
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of things
**** it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, ****
[Chorus x 2]
[Chingy]
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
The girl said, "can I be in yo' video?"
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm just cheesing
Handled that, told ol' G bring the camera
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling


Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya nipples
Far from little; make ya mammary glands giggle
Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or whistles
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again


Yeah, let the party begin, *****
My ***** Chingy disturbing tha peace
Yeah, *****, bring four of ya friends
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
And we gon' do the damn thing
We gon' disturb the peace right now
We chillin' and nuttin'
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
You can't out run the pimpin', *****
Bomb *** *****
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-*** *****

(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
To room four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
I told 'em: "follow me"
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of things
**** it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, ****
[Chorus x 2]
[Chingy]
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
The girl said, "can I be in yo' video?"
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm just cheesing
Handled that, told ol' G bring the camera
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling


Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya nipples
Far from little; make ya mammary glands giggle
Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or whistles
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again


Yeah, let the party begin, *****
My ***** Chingy disturbing tha peace
Yeah, *****, bring four of ya friends
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
And we gon' do the damn thing
We gon' disturb the peace right now
We chillin' and nuttin'
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
You can't out run the pimpin', *****
Bomb *** *****
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-*** *****

(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
To room four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
I told 'em: "follow me"
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of things
**** it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, ****
[Chorus x 2]
[Chingy]
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
The girl said, "can I be in yo' video?"
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm just cheesing
Handled that, told ol' G bring the camera
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling


Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya nipples
Far from little; make ya mammary glands giggle
Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or whistles
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again


Yeah, let the party begin, *****
My ***** Chingy disturbing tha peace
Yeah, *****, bring four of ya friends
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
And we gon' do the damn thing
We gon' disturb the peace right now
We chillin' and nuttin'
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
You can't out run the pimpin', *****

Video

Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Jackpot (intro)
  • 2 He's Herre
  • 3 Represent
  • 4 Right Thurr
  • 5 Jackpot the Pimp (skit)
  • 6 Wurrs My Cash
  • 7 Chingy Jackpot
  • 8 Sample Dat Ass
  • 9 One Call Away
  • 10 Dice Game (skit)
  • 11 Gettin' It
  • 12 Holidae In
  • 13 Juice
  • 14 Fuck Dat Nigga (skit)
  • 15 Madd @ Me
  • 16 Bagg Up
  • 17 Right Thurr (remix)