YOUNGBLOODZ

YOUNGBLOODZ - DAMN (REMIX)

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[Intro]

Youngbloodz.. come out and play [*laughs*]

{*scratches*}

[Dupri] You know we had to do a remix

[Luda:] If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (yeah!!)

[Dupri] + (Lil' Jon)

Uh huh, So So Def (what?! what?!)

To Youngbloodz (ya know?!) Uh Lil' Jon (yeah!)

(Yeah! yeah!) Bonecrusher (yeah!)

And my man Ludacris (let's go!) let's go!

[Verse: Ludacris]

D-P motherfucker going four years strong

Got plenty haters really wishing I ain't last that 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 bout to open my own shop AK's and Chevorlet's

I just bought 20 acres and I'm still in the hood

They like damn, lova lova doing pretty damn good (that's right)

When it comes to this paper I don't slack to get it

But call me lazy cause my crib's got an 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 bring the party to me

Cause I'm the Lord of Lords and the King of the Kings

I never claim to be hard just down for my team

Shawnna, 20, Chingy, Tity and Fate

I grab a booty and pinch then lick a titty and shake

[Verse: Sean Paul]

Now I'm back in the street working stacking my bread

Put some in the hood cause I got plent to spread

Bought a brand new 'Lac on some brand new feet

Wit a brand new grill shining like gold teeth

Still ride wit AK's, still a sweep the streep

But I'm a real G and I ain't got no time for beef

I don't change for na nigga I'm a part of the street

And live life everyday like it's a party to me

But I'm fa sho wit it

If there's money to be made boy I'm a go get it

Split it wit the hood again get some throw wit it

Catch me swervin through your hood no we didn't did it

Straight up sippin on some Henny ain't no coke in it

I'll leave the change for the suppers

Separate the hard motherfucker from outta buses

To the grinders and the hustlers so I know that you feel me

Put your hood up in the air and represent for your city (yeah!!)

[Chorus: Ludacris & (Lil' Jon)] {*Bone Crusher in background*}

If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)

If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)

If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)

If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)

(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)

(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)

(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)

(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)

[Verse: J-Bo]

Now who the hell wanna tangle my angle I'm setting off

To the party no Bacardi, like Crusher, we breaks 'em off

Youngbloodz and Ludacris, in which you know the name

We burning through yo speakers like big balls of flames

And pimpin like hurricanes, we blowing through ya town

Whipin out ya system and shutting the club down

Cause we - don't give a fuck, already you know the deal

Like soldiers we walk soft (shh) so listen close and clear

Cause we go act a fool and send chumps back to school

Then teach them motherfuckers to never break the rules

Lesson one - some pimps don't never crack the style

Lesson two - respect if been doing it for a while

A-Town's our bound, we bumping down ya block

Switching from lane to lane, you know it don't stop

We back and still foolish and poppin like once befo

So go and throw it up, my people now hit the flow (yeah!!)

[Chorus]

[Verse: Bone Crusher]

I won the strong arm competition, in '94

For benching 600 pounds, and no mo'

They equal six of ya featherweights that goin to hit the flo

So if a nigga wanna bark, then a nigga need to know

I'm serious with this, pardon my French but I'm the shit!!

I'm six fucking seconds away from catching these bricks

When it's all said and done and I engulf the sun

Pathetic ass, fucking mortals, when you're old niggaz learn

I grind for this paper, shake a nigga down for this paper

These under 'chiever niggaz always hate ya

So you gotta keep it mean and lock and load the cakers

Ya'll niggaz hardenin my daughter on a 7 o'clock quaker

Youngbloodz and Bone Crusher, fuck niggaz discover

Put them fight strips on ya and watch ya suffer

They call me mutilator, a bitch nigga bluffer

Want ya see me in the streets with all that mean mug brother

Ya bitch!! (yeah!!)

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Don't let that drank get ya FUCKED UP nigga!

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