Song: Young’n ~~ 2001 ~~ 3:27
Artist: Fabolous
LP/CD: Ghetto Fabolous ~~ Desert Storm/Elektra ~~ 2001
Composers: J. Jackson~Chad Hugo~Pharrell Williams

Brooklyn
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh
Huh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Come on, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Now what y’all want

Rollin’, gold two-seater
Stash in the dash, hole through heaters
Block eye put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin’, Brooklyn Don
Addicted to Cris’, hooked on Dom
50 Gs, hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin’, guys that send Pos
‘Cause I chop rocks the size of Mentos
Blame me, I charge handfuls
Look at the hurt your eyes, I squint close
Pimpin’, here’s a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes
Lets go VIP, Boo, raise your skirt

Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)

Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)

I’m Gangsta, y’all just wannabes
Federal Agents on their Ps
30 grand, 28 on the keys
Got a good ,lawyer I’m gonna squeeze
Thuggin’ jeans and Timbs
Fitted to the front, lean the brim
Ride, but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick face between limbs
Stylin’, y’all heard about my kick game
I’m on the park, hey, see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin’, y’all know as well I do
That’s the way you could tell I flew
So I got a deal, I sell pies too
‘Cause before I hit the pens, I’m gettin’ bailed by Clue

Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)

Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)

Cruisin’, top on Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin’ with the 1980 flow
Make the necks on the ladies go
Holla, that’s what a pretty thug’ll do
Hit Branson, get a fifty jug or two
Y’all throwin’ on them gritty mugs for who
Like y’all don’t know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin’, I just bought the uz’
I put y’all in the front page articles
I got ‘em lookin’ at the Billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clues
Reppin’, I’m that kid about the dough
I done copped coke and started droughts before
S*** Platinum, out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to h**s

Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)

Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back, young’n (Hoo, hoo)
Holla back-back-back-back

(Hoo, hoo)
(Hoo, hoo)
(Hoo, hoo)
(Hoo, hoo)

(Hoo, hoo)

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: December 22, 2001