Brooklyn, uh, uh, uh, uh Huh, huh, uh, huh, do it huh, yea Uh, uh, do it huh, huh, what y´all want huh
Rollin´, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hold two heaters Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin´, Brooklyn don Addicted to Cris´ hooked on Dom 15 G´s hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin´, guys that send Po´s ´Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, I tried to hint hoes Look at the hurt your eyes will squint closed Pimpin´ here´s a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It goes... Let´s go VIP boo raise your skirt
Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!)
I´m Gangsta Y´all just wannabes Federal Agents on their P´s 30 a gram 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I´m gonna squeeze Thuggin´ jeans and Tim´s
Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick´s face between my limbs Stylin´ y´all heard about my kick game I´m on the parkway, see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Ridin´ y´all know as well I do That´s the way you can tell I flew So I got a deal I sell pies too ´Cause before I hit the pens I´m gettin´ bailed by Clue
Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!)
Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!)
Cruisin´ top on the Mercedes low Turn us up when you hear this on the radio Blastin´ with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (Wooo-wooop) Holla that´s what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Y´all throwin´ on them gritty mugs for who Like y´all don´t know what fifty slugs will do Hatin´ I just bought the uz´ I put y´all in the front page articles I got ´em lookin´ at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue´s Reppin´ I´m that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back Young´n (Hoooo-hoooo!) Holla back, back, back, back... (Hoooo-Hoooo!) (Hoooo-Hoooo!) (Hoooo-Hoooo!) (Hoooo-Hoooo!)