Holla Back Young’n

*So holla back young’n…woot woot holla back… young’n… woot woot X3 everyone is blinging it, they’re feeling it, and making up new words like fashizza my nizzas and a whole lot of new school well that’s just dope, I shout to my hoes, what happened to old school? They be edumucated, but don’t remember anything beyond preschool So hey… mr. rapper… what’s behind your lyrics? You say: “we be representin’?” What the fuck you representing? “My homies, my dawgs, hoes, and cars, my blinga, are you fashizza?” What the fuck’s fashizza? * And your mom was a prostitute, she ended up in jail You sold marijuana and crack cocaine just to pay the bail You never finished high school and you swear by your gangstas They got your back or they shoot you for being a wanksta What the fuck is a wanksta? * So holla back young’n, holla back X3 Holla back my bitches! Don’t drive under the influence If you can’t trust your hoes They’ll knock you out and open yo’ mouf And steal the gold * 2003