Young'n Songtext / Lyric

[Fabolous talking before first verse]

Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh

Huh Huh uh huh do it Yea

Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh



[Verse 1]






Rollin, gold two seater

Stash in the dash

Hole through heaters

Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters

Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs

Ballin, Brooklyn dawn

Addicted to Cris hooked on Don

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 those

Look at the hurt in your eyes they squint closed

Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt

Ya listen to the two way alert

It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)

Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt



[Chorus 1]



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]



I'm Gangsta

Ya'll just wannabe's

Federal Agents on their P's

30 grand 28 on the keys

Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze

Thuggin' jeans and Timb'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 ya'll heard about my kick game

I'm on the park where you see me at the Knick game

Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame

F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

Ridin Ya'll know as well I do

That's the way you can tell Im blue

So I got a deal I sell pot too

Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue



[Chorus 2]

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]



Cruisin top down Mercedes low

Turn this 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

Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who

Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do

Hatin I just bought the booze

I put ya'll in the front page articles

I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused

And I still freestyle just to start the Clue's

Rappin I'm that kid about the dough

I done copped coke and started droughts before

Ship Platinum out the door

Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes



[Chorus 3]

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! until music fades)