Strings - Hey Ya lyrics

[Juvenile] Can't you tell we about to take over the indusrty And lock this motherf**a up like penitentiary If u don't know nobody else you don't know C.M.B Me, Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk, Baby and B.G The H.B.'S with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy Wait till you see us on TV I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you to see me-a arrogant n***a With golds on my front teeth, front teeth [Turk] Always saggin' never catch me with a suit on n***a I'm only 17 but you'll think that I'm grown I'ma lil n***a 5'8 wit 2 slugs ready to k** n***as Who give me mean mugs got n***as who down now ride wit me Hit a block wit Glocks and start a riot wit me For Turk my n***a-Baby-drive change on your soldeirs Got n***as all over knock your head of your shoulder {Chorus}(Baby)2x Hey Ya,Hey Ya,Hey Ya,Hey(Truly Beautiful) Hey Ya,Hey Ya,Hey Ya(Truly Beautiful) Hey Ya,Hey Ya,Hey Ya,Hey(Truly Beautiful) Hey Ya...Hey Ya [Lil' Wayne] Look,Look Lets get the choppers we gettin ready to blow out the town Keep everythang on the hush and dig the dope from the ground We show up around things so we snow up the town We go to cheat,couldn't eat and about go for an ounce Leave us gettin down,we gettin then you know we going clown Sip moette,crystal and sheat n***a we blow by the pound We got the Big Tymers in here and they holdin it down And Cash Money,Hot Boys we controllin it now Say "Uh-Uh" I know you done heard me got them thangs they cut raw We lettin them birds flip they wing and fly "WHA" Slim and Baby put me down wit a hundred I get the fast money I work for Cash Money "HUH" y'all n***as can't come like dis I said "HUH" We guerillas n***a 226 n***a what its about time You feel my team CMB-the new American Dream believe that {Chorus 2x} [Strings] Blast it what blows on your ears comin quik when I rip Fire lyrical blows,arrows and spears wit acid filled tips Body bangin like folks my swords then blood or them crips Scap in the Pactsey wit the hat tip In the middle of my lips and my hips Cause you want this I take custody of yo spotlight And yo chips caue you not tight like dicks wit ghonorea I drip and its hot right on a hot night While you chickens in a co*k fight I scab a hoes Like scatch right Marina A.K.A. Strings,Reighn Supreme Rap and sing 7th to the dome no block or shades Sway Cash Money Collaborate Like Cast or Troy "you wanna face off-like strippers I'ma take off Stop dis,not dis cause I got dis n***a and I'm a hot sh** Hot Boys And Juvenile my wordies help me say dis sh**