Hey Woo Lyrics - Loon - Loon

[Intro - Missy Elliott - talking] 

Oh (what you got player) 

Oh (ah, uh) 

Oh (ah, uh huh) 

Hey yo Loon 

Yo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit 

I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think 

when a nigga got some cheddar 

Girls be like (A LOON)! 

Take that, get money, cars, player 

That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah) 

For her and some friends 

You need to be careful playboy 

You fine as shit, but um 

These chicks got game like Michael Jordon, okay 

Pump the cheap talk, I'ma just let the beat knock 

What you got 

[Verse 1 - Loon] 

Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at me 

And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy 

It's a shame you don't hear me though 

And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo 

I get paid just to spit the flow 

And I can't even explain when I get at yo 

You know how long I've been gettin dough? 

Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay) 

Yep that's my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplay 

I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo) 

Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all day 

And my mind is right, if you ain't about no money, better find a life, aight 

[Chorus - Missy Elliott - w/ ad libs] 

(Hey Woo) 

Boy that's what them hoes say 

When they tell that money in your pocket, okay 

(Hey Woo) 

They be like (woo) 

Credit cards and calls they go (Hey Loon) 

(Woo) 

Baby that's what them chicks say 

When they see a superstar ridin in the fast lane 

(Woo) 

They be like (woo) 

Now who that there? 

([Female voice:] Oh girl, that's Loon) 

[Verse 2 - Loon] 

Uh, check it out yo, check it out now 

Why's you all on me, friends is all on me 

Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me 

Tried to split but the chick keep callin me 

Cause I be everything a baller be 

Please believe me, my team is cheesy 

Please be easy, me and Pee Wee easily 

Like 'em red bone, short and sleezy 

Get my second cup, start talkin greezy 

We come consistent, young, relentless 

No resistance, girls run from distance 

When we come through, pimp hard like Michigan 

And sip Dom, wrists armed, we glistenin 

This chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. and 

They silk on, that non new trenches and 

High heel stilettos, I feel so ghetto 

But switch to soft, couldn't get them off me 

[Chorus - w/ ad libs] 

[Verse 3 - P. Diddy] 

Hey yo, can I get some of this playboy 

They call me Diddy 

Yo when I come in the club I go hard 

All black shapar, girls all on me like German shapar 

Latest fashion from Hermain and tar 

When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star? 

P.D. back up for par Dolce jar 

Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar 

Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh) 

V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right) 

Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor 

Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders 

Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender 

Flow like August, with arms like December 

Twelve years playboy got more to remember 

Been bounce back since that fall on a ninja 

Ladies wanna see me fall and just timber 

Bad Boy go home, what y'all don't remember 

[Chorus - w/ ad libs] 

[Outro - Missy Elliott - talking] 

C'mon 

Okay, you found me player 

You know where I'm comin from (Hey Woo) 

Haha, you got that paper nigga