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Youngbloodz - Damn! Rmx Youngbloodz - Damn! Rmx |
| [Intro Lil' Jon]
YoungBloodz.
Damn!
[Ludacris, Jermaine Dupri]
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck.
(If you already know).
[Jermaine Dupri:] So So Def
[Lil' Jon:] What! What! Hey.
[Jermaine Dupri:] It's the YoungBloodz
[Lil' Jon:] You know!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Uh!
[Lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Lil' Jon
[Lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[Lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Bone Crusher
[Lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] And my man Ludacris!
[Lil' Jon:] Let's go!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Let's go!
[Verse #1 Ludacris]
D-T-P, motherf*cker! goin' four years strong.
Got plenty haters, really wishin' I ain't last this long.
And please don't get it twisted I ain't Hollywood yet
I just jumped in that movie to get a big ass check (that's right).
So fool break yourself, that's the phrase that pays,
I'm about to open my own shop, AK's and Chevrolets.
I just bought 20 acres, and I'm still in the hood,
they like damn lova-lova's doin' pretty damn good
So when it comes to this paper I don't slack to get it (uh huh).
They call me lazy, 'cause my cribs gotta' elevator in it (that's right).
It's sorry to say, but it's harder to see, and I don't have to hit the club, I'll bring the party to me (uh huh).
'cause I'm the Lord of the Lord, and the King of the Kings.
I never claim to be hard just down for my team (that's right).
Shawna, 20, Chingy, Titty and Fate, I grab a booty and pinch, and lick the titty, and shake.
[Verse #2 Sean P.]
Now roll back in the street, working, stackin' my bread, put some in the hood,
'cause I got plenty to spread, and a brand new lac, on some brand new feet,
a brand new grill shinin' like a gold teeth, still ride with AK's, still sweep in the street,
but I'm a real G, I ain't got no time for beef, I don't train for nothing nigga,
I'm a part of the street and live life everyday, like it's a party to me.
Well I'm for sure with it, if it's money to be made, well I'm gonna' go get it,
split it wit' 'da hood, and den get some throw wit' it.
Catch me swirvin' through your hood, no he didn't, did he?
Straight up sippin' on some hen, I ain't no go get it.
I leave the tapes for the supper.
Separate the hard motherf*cker from all the busters (from all the busters).
To the grinder's in the hustle, so I know that you feel me.
Put your hood up in 'da air, represent for your city.
[Chorus Ludacris, Lil' Jon, Jermaine Dupri and Bone Crusher:]
[Lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck nigga!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck nigga!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck nigga! (nigga!)
[Lil' Jon:] Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! [x4]
[Verse #3 J-Bo, and Jermaine Dupri]
Now who the hell wanna tangle my ankle, I'm sittin' off.
To the party, no party like Crusher, we Break 'Em Off.
YoungBloodz and Ludacris in which you know the names.
We runnin' through your speakers like big balls of flame.
Living like hurricanes,
We blowin' through your town, wipin' out your system, and shuttin' the club down.
'cause we don't give a f*ck, already you know the deal.
Like soldiers, we walk slow, so listen close, and clear.
'cause we don't act foolish, and we send chumps back to school (uh huh).
And teach them motherf*ckers to never break the rules (that's right).
Lesson one, some pimps don't never crack the style.
Lesson two, respect they been doin' it for a while (c'mon).
A-Town, Southbound, we bumpin' down your block.
Switch it from lane-to-lane, you know it don't stop (nah).
We back, and still foolish, and poppin' like once before'.
So go and throw it up my people, now hear the flow.
[Chorus Ludacris, Lil' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, and Bone Crusher]
[Verse #4 Bone Crusher]
I won the strongest competition in '94.
For benching 600 pounds and no more.
That equals 6 of your feathered waists gonna hit the floor.
So a nigga want a buck then a nigga needa' know.
I'm serious with this, pardon my french, but I'm this shit.
You about 6 f*ckin' seconds away from catchin' these bricks (hahaha).
When it's all said and done, and I ain't done this song.
You better ask f*ckin' more so you all niggas learn.
I cry for this paper, shake a nigga down for his paper.
These underacheiven' niggas always hate you.
So you gotta keep your need lock and load for these takers.
You all niggas harder than my daughter on a seven o clock wake up
Wake up, YoungBloodz and Bone Crusher f*ck niggas discover (uh huh).
Put them fight strips on you and watch you suffer.
They call me noodanator, a bitch nigga bluffer.
Watch you see me in the streets, with all your mean brothers, you bitch!
[Chorus Ludacris, Lil' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, and Bone Crusher]
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