Damn!

Damn! - The Hit Co.

Okay, okay, okay okay

This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz

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)

Attic Crew you already know

Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo' boy Sean Paul

Let me tell ya like dis here, boy

They callin' me to come back to the streets

Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease

Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary

They come from the hole, they livin' in the month of February

Okay, then put a sissy ni**a on display then

Kick in ya door and have my folk, dem bring dem Ks 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**ch, I'm fo' sho' wit it

Don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac

B**ch, I will let you and your hoe feel it

Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold Billy

It's Youngbloodz, A-Town malt liquor sippin'

Comin' straight from the gutter

Toe-tag a motherf**ker, leave 'em under a cover

Lil John, he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber

Sean Paul, he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya, yeah

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

I post up, get to it, drink hand in hand

They call me Mr. Herringbone 'coz 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

Cock back, bust, aim, now I done got yo' number

In the club, you gon' feel it when it drop this summer

Like rain, we gon' pour and hit you hard like thunder

'Coz 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 but sh*t, still I shut 'em down

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, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

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, you fo' sho' with it, then pull yo' pistol

Show a ni**a you ain't hoe with it

And I ain't selfish, I will let you and your folk feel it

Talkin' big boy sh*t

Me muggin' like a motherf**ker my hand on my dick

'Coz at a grip, we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new

We started off with 'Shake Em Off', so look, padna, oh, guess who?

It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85

And hit you with that U Way, so don't be surprised

We buckin', blowin', chillin' and sippin' on something good

I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a ni**a 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, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f**k

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t

Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t