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