- Song Name: Damn [Remix]
- Artist Name: Lil Jon
- Album: Gangsta Grillz, Vol. 9
- Songwriters: Cedrick Leonard, Craig D Love, Jeffrey Grigsby, Jonathan H Smith, Robert W Iii Mc Dowell, Sean Joseph
- Release Date: 2006.09.26
- Label: BCD Music Group
LYRICS FOR "Damn [Remix]"
Okay
This Sean Paul
J-Bo
You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A-Town
(105 road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town
(East side for dem hoes)
Lil John
Let me tell ya like dis here boy
(Let's go)
They callin' me to come back to the streets
Sean P. A.K.A Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary
They comin' whole they livin' in the month of February
Okay then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in tha door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T I C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me
B**** I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
B**** I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold feelin'
It's Youngbloodz A-Town
Malt liquor sippin'
Toe-tag a m***********
Lil John
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
I post up get to it
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
C*** back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash alcohol
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy s***
'Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with shake 'em off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rookie don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' killa and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
If you don't give a damn
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
Don't start no s***
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