Fabolous - Young 'n lyrics

[Fabolous talking before first verse] Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through 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 want to see how you look in thongs Hustlin, guys that send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, trials aquit those Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It 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 Gangsta Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 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 limbs Stylin ya'll 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-be -O-L-O-you-S Ridin Ya'll 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 [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 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 Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do Hatin I just bought the uz' I put ya'll 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 sh** Platinum out the door Now 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)