Young 'n Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

[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 

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[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] 

Photos 

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)