Strings, Hot Boys - Hey Ya lyrics

Can't you tell we about to
Take over the indusrty
And lock this motherfucka
Up like penitentiary
If u don't know nobody else
You don't know CMB
Me, Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
To see me-a arrogant nigga
With golds on my front teeth, front teeth

Always saggin' never catch me with a suit on
Nigga I'm only 17 but you'll
Think that I'm grown
I'ma lil nigga 5'8 wit 2
Slugs ready to kill niggas
Who give me mean mugs got niggas
Who down now ride wit me
Hit a block wit Glocks and
Start a riot wit me
For Turk my nigga-Baby-drive change
On your soldeirs
Got niggas all over knock your
Head of your shoulder

Hey Ya, Hey Ya, Hey Ya, Hey (Truly Beautiful)
Hey Ya, Hey Ya, Hey Ya (Truly Beautiful)
Hey Ya, Hey Ya, Hey Ya, Hey (Truly Beautiful)
Hey Yahey Ya

Look, Look
Lets get the choppers we gettin ready
To blow out the town
Keep everythang on the hush and dig
The dope from the ground
We show up around things so
We snow up the town we go to cheat
Couldn't eat and about go for an ounce
Leave us gettin down
We gettin then you know we going clown
Sip moette
Crystal and sheat nigga we blow by the pound
We got the Big Tymers in here
And they holdin it down
And Cash Money, Hot Boys we controllin it now
Say "Uh-Uh" i know you done heard me got
Them thangs they cut raw
We lettin them birds flip they
Wing and fly "WHA"
Slim and Baby put me down wit a hundred
I get the fast money i work for Cash Money
"HUH" y'all niggas can't come like
Dis I said "HUH"
We guerillas nigga 226 nigga
What it's about time
You feel my team CMB-the new
American Dream believe that

Blast it what blows on your ears
Comin quik when I rip fire lyrical blows
Arrows and spears wit acid filled tips
Body bangin like folks my swords
Then blood or them crips
Scap in the Pactsey wit the hat tip
In the middle of my lips and my hips
Cause you want this I take
Custody of yo spotlight
And yo chips caue you not
Tight like dicks wit ghonorea
I drip and it's hot right on a hot night
While you chickens in a cock
Fight I scab a hoes
Like scatch right Marina AKA strings
Reighn Supreme rap and sing 7th to the
Dome no block or shades
Sway Cash Money Collaborate
Like Cast or Troy "you wanna face
Off-like strippers I'ma take off stop dis
Not dis cause I got dis nigga
And I'm a hot shit
Hot Boys And Juvenile my wordies
Help me say dis shit