Damn
Young Blood/Lil Jon Lyrics
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Okay, okay, okay, this Sean Paul (yeah)
Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz (yeah, yeah)
You already know how we do it homeboy (what? What?)
It's A-Town (105 Road) (okay, what? What?)
Yeah, it's A-Town (Eastside for dem hoes)
Attic Crew you already know (okay, what? What?)
Lil John, Eastside Boyz (yeah)
They callin' me
To come back to the streets, Sean P.
A.K.A A Sharp Crease, said it was necessary
These sucka niggas out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
Ok then, put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in yo' 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
Bitch I'm fo' sho wit it
Don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac, bitch I will go get it
And I ain't selfish, I will let you and your ho 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 motherfucker, 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 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, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause 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 and 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
'Cause in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggas 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 want to clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit 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 (yeah)
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, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like re-up, I'm all TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh, you fo' sho with it
Oh, pull yo' pistol, show a nigga you ain't ho with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' like a motherfucker with my hand on my dick (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause off the rip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nothin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off, so look partner, oh, guess who? (Who)
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way, so look here, don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' 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 (yeah)
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, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey) (yeah)
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, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
The song "Damn" by Young Bloodz featuring Lil Jon and Sean Paul is a Southern hip hop track released in 2004. The song is an anthem of violence and rebellion about not caring what others think or do. The opening contains a shout-out to the group's Atlanta-based music scene, including the Attic Crew, Eastside Boyz, and Lil Jon, who produced the track. Sean Paul delivers the verses with his signature gritty style, rapping about the street life and coming back to the "streets" (music industry) after a hiatus. The chorus, delivered by the Young Bloodz, is catchy and emphasizes the don't-care attitude of the track.
The lyrics in this song delve deep into the gangsta theme of hip hop, with talk about guns, violence, and inner-city living. Sean Paul's verse discusses returning to the life of street music and the necessity of staying tough in the face of danger. Meanwhile, the Young Bloodz tackle issues of struggle in their hometown of Atlanta, speaking disparagingly about those who oppose them or try to start something. Overall, the song's theme is focused on pushing back against those who try to put you down and finding strength in yourself and your community.
Overall, "Damn" was a hit in the Southern United States, especially in Atlanta and the surrounding area, where the Young Bloodz are from. It received moderate success nationally, peaking at #4 on the Billboard Rhythmic Top 40, and helped solidify the group's name in the hip hop world. The song's bold lyrics and catchy beat keep it in rotation at parties and clubs to this day.
Line by Line Meaning
Okay, yeah, okay, okay (yeah, yeah)
We're getting hyped up and excited to start this song.
You already know how we do it homeboy (what? What?)
We've been doing this for a while and everyone knows our style, so get ready.
Ok then, put a sissy nigga on display then
We're not afraid of anyone and will call out anyone who tries to challenge us.
I'm still Attic, A-double-T-I-C
We're still representing our crew and our hometown, Atlanta.
Bitch I'm fo' sho wit it
I'm confident in my skills and abilities.
Don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac, bitch I will go get it
Don't mess with me because I'm not afraid to use my weapon.
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
I'm not wasting my money on expensive liquor when I can drink malt liquor for cheaper.
It's Youngbloodz, A-Town, malt liquor sippin'
We're proud of where we come from and how we like to party.
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
We're not afraid to get violent and take out our enemies.
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (hey)
We don't care about people who don't care about us.
Post up get to it, drink hand in hand
We're ready to party and have a good time.
Cock back and bust aim now I done got yo' number
If you mess with us, we're going to retaliate and come after you.
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just want to clown
You don't want to mess with me because I'll make you regret it.
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
We're not afraid to take on people who come from out of town and are trying to mess with us.
Chump like re-up, I'm all TB'd up
We're ready to fight and defend ourselves.
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
We're having a good time and partying with our friends.
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
I'm keeping my eyes open for trouble and ready to defend myself.
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows (yeah)
We're proud of our Southern heritage and ready to show off our dance moves.
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey) (yeah)
If you leave us alone, we won't cause any trouble, but if you mess with us, we'll retaliate.
Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Cedric Leonard, Craig D Love, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, Jonathan Smith, Rob Mcdowell, Sean Paul Joseph
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kk4649k
If you fucked with this song you’re in your 30’s or 40’s now , take care of your body and eat healthy. We ain’t young no more. Most of us probably got kids and stuff now, gotta live long. Stay safe ya.
@SedricSleepzzz
Yep 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
@ballerj63
Truth
@antmckinzy655
You forgot about us in the 50's! 😆
@Ronydoo-yv2hs
Yeah, bruh. It sucks. Unless... stem cell research... lol
@EvidenceBasedMedsin
Say less!!!
@C.kirk1287
Y’all we are officially the old heads 😂
@jonaveul
Facts! Born in 94 and this forever my jam!
@BigKnocko
Yessirskii lol
@hydrangeas_lover
😂😂😂😂😂82' in the house!!!