Ya Ya Ya

[Intro: R. Kelly (Lil Wayne)]

Oh, no, the fight's out, somebody's about to get they lights knocked out (Music)

Yeah (Yeah)

A little opera for ya (Uh-huh, Weezy, Weezy)

The Capricorn (Uh-huh, Cash Money)

Nivea (Jive)

Uh, what? (Kelly I see ya daddy, Miss Nivea)

[Chorus: Nivea]

Front with me like you's a real baller

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

With that other chicken trying to make me jealous

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out

Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

All them loud words coming out your mouth

Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

[Verse 1: Nivea]

Straight up at the ATL

Where them pimps and them ballers and them hustlers dwell

I met a fly guy then we switched the cells

Under the influence

So I could hardly tell

If he was the one for me

Papi doing this, papi doing that

Big thangs under the Cadillac

I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter

Walk through the club (niggas) be like, "What the"

Shawty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher

Maybe on the weekend or something, I get witcha

We did the damn thang, and it was all crazy

Now you want to call me up like I'm your lady

[Chorus: Nivea]

Front with me like you's a real baller

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

With that other chicken trying to make me jealous

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out

Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

All them loud words coming out your mouth

Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

[Verse 2: Nivea]

Hey ladies, what's the word?

Some of these cats got a lot of nerve

Tryna run game, but I'm 'bout to serve

Gotta have dough 'cause I love to splurge, Gucci and Fendi

Come scoop me up on your motorcycle

But once we get alone then you can rock the result

And if you promise to treat me right

Boy, I guarantee, I keep this thing locked tight

You thugged out with a lot of loot, uh-huh

Sweetheart, I'm so proud of you, uh-huh

But I'm not gon' let you break the rules

What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it

[Chorus: Nivea]

Front with me like you's a real baller

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

With that other chicken trying to make me jealous

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out

Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

All them loud words coming out your mouth

Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

[Bridge: Nivea (R. Kelly)]

Hey, can you feel the brand new day? (Woo)

All my superstars came out to play (Woo)

To see the thug child from around the way (Woo)

This type of thing happens like every day

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

(Yo, Weezy 'bout it)

I keep it real and intensive

Me no speak ya, ya 'cause my grill is expensive

Don't mean to be offensive

I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs with disfunctioned tongues

All in your mug talk a whole bunch umm

But I'm me, I just want your love

Me, I'm bunch of thug

Big heart, but punctured some

But I'm tryna patch it up with a bunch of hugs

For real, I ain't just talking whatever, Mami

We could get together and make a bunch of us

And I know a bunch of girls create a bunch of fuss

Over young Weez, but I'm getting at Niv, holla

Don't bother me with your yada

I'm good with little mama, and she good with big papa

I'm hood and she real proper

ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada

Anything else is ya, ya, ya

[Chorus: Nivea]

Front with me like you's a real baller

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

With that other chicken trying to make me jealous

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out

Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

All them loud words coming out your mouth

Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

Front with me like you's a real baller

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

With that other chicken trying to make me jealous

And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out

Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya

All them loud words coming out your mouth

Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya