Hey Ya

[Intro: Mannie Fresh & Baby] [Verse 1: Juvenile] Can't you tell we about to take over the industry And lock this motherfucka 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 - It's all gravy Wait till you see us on TV I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you to see me - a arrogant nigga With golds on his front teeth, front teeth [Verse 2: Turk] Always saggin' never catch me with a suit on Nigga I'm only 17 but you'll think that I'm grown I'm a lil nigga, 5'8 wit 2 slugs, ready to kill niggas Who give me mean mugs got niggas who down to ride wit me Hit a block with Glocks and start a riot with me For Turk my nigga Baby drop change on your soldiers Got niggas who all over knock your head of your shoulders [Chorus: [?] & Baby] 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 [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Look, Look Lets get the choppers we gettin ready to blow up the town Keep every thang on the hush and dig the dope from the ground We show up around 8 so we could snow up the town We got it cheap, ten-a-key and 'bout go for an ounce See once we get it how we get it then you know we gon' clown Sip moette, crystal and sheat nigga 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 niggas can't come like dis I said "HUH" We guerillas nigga 2-2-6 nigga what its about time You feel my team CMB-the new American Dream believe that [Chorus: [?] & Baby] [Verse 4: 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 cock 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 nigga and I'm a hot shit Hot Boys And Juvenile my wordies help me say dis shit