Young'n

[Intro: Fabolous & Pharrell Williams] Brooklyn, uh, uh, uh, uh Huh, huh, uh, huh, do it huh, yea Uh, uh, do it huh, huh, what y'all want huh [Verse 1: Fabolous] 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 [Chorus 1: Pharrell Williams] 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: Fabolous] 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 could tell I blew So I got a deal I sell pies too 'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin' bailed by Clue [Chorus 2: Pharrell Williams] 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: Fabolous] 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 [Chorus 3: Pharrell Williams] 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!) (Hoooo-Hoooo!)