Fabolous - "Holla Back" lyrics

[Fabolous talking before first verse] Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Hole through heaters Stash in the dash Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin, Brooklyn dawn 15 G's hookers on Addicted to Crys hooked on Don Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin, guys that send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close Blame me, trials aquit those Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat) Listen to the two way alert Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt [Chorus 1] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (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] Ya'll just wannabe's I'm Gangsta 30 grand 28 on the keys Federal Agents on their P's Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front lean the brim And I keep a chick's face between limbs Ride but never on teenage rims Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway 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 I flew Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue So I got a deal I sell pot too [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 on the Mercedes low Turn us 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 Hatin I just bought the bulls Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do I put ya'll in the front page articles I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle to start the Clue's Reppin I'm that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes [Chorus 3] Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)