Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Woo, artist - Loon. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Song language: English
Hey Woo |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| — 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) |
| 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 |
| — w/ ad libs |
| 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 |
| — w/ ad libs |
| Okay, you found me player |
| You know where I’m comin from (Hey Woo) |
| Haha, you got that paper nigga |