Fabolous - Young'n Lyrics
[fabolous talking before first verse]Brooklyn, uh uh uh uhHuh huh uh huh do it huh yeaUh uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh[verse 1]Rollin, gold two seaterStash in the dashHole through heatersBlockahhhhh put holes through beatersGhetto fab stroll through cheetahsBallin, brooklyn dawnAddicted to crys hooked on don15 g's hookers onMa, i wanna see how you look in thongsHustlin, guys that send po'sCause i chop rocks the size of mentosBlame me, trials aquit thoseLook at the hurt your eyes will squit closePimpin' here's a new way to flirtListen to the two way alertIt goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)Lets go vip boo raise your skirt[chorus 1]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!)[verse 2]I'm gangstaYa'll just wannabe'sFederal agents on their p's30 grand 28 on the keysGotta good lawyer i'm gonna squeezeThuggin' jeans and tim'sFitted to the front lean the brimRide but never on teenage rimsAnd i keep a chick's face between my limbsStylin ya'll heard about my kick gameI'm on the parkway see me at the knick gameProbably seen this tatted on your chick frameF-a-b-o-l-o-u-sRidin ya'll know as well i doThat's the way you can tell i flewSo i got a deal i sell pot tooCause before i hit the pens i'm gettin bailed by clue[chorus 2]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!)[verse 3]Cruisin top on the mercedes lowTurn us up when you hear this on the radioBlastin with the nineteen eighty flowMake the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)Holla that's what a pretty thug will doHit branson get a fifty jug or twoYa'll throwin on them gritty mugs for whoLike ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will doHatin i just bought the bullsI put ya'll in the front page articlesI got em lookin at the billboard charts confusedAnd i still freestyle to start the clue'sReppin i'm that kid about the doeI done copped coke and started droughts beforeShit platinum out the doorNow i drop the top down just to shout to hoes[chorus 3]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! until music fades)
