Damn!
Youngbloodz F. Lil Jon Lyrics


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OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK, 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 this 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
these sucka niggaz 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 ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-see
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 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 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
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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 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
'Cause 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 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
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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 nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

'Cause at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look up now oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that you-Way so 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

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit




Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song “Damn” by Youngbloodz featuring Lil Jon and Sean Paul paint a vivid picture of the street life in A-Town (Atlanta). The song is a gritty proclamation of their dominance on the streets and warns anyone who may be thinking of starting trouble that they will not hesitate to retaliate. The chorus is simple yet effective, stating that if you don’t give a damn, they don’t give a f***. They even go on to say that they will “toe-tag a motherf***er” and leave them “under a cover.” The lyrics also touch on the relationships between the three artists, with Sean Paul saying Lil Jon is his right-hand man, and J-Bo being foolish like no other.


Throughout the song, the artists talk about their willingness to defend their territory by any means necessary. They talk about people being scared of them, and how they will put a “sissy n***a on display” before threatening to “pop that trunk to the ‘Lac” and go get it. There is a clear sense of aggression and power throughout the song, with the artists bragging about their ability to take on anyone who dares to cross them. Overall, the lyrics to “Damn” are a showcase of the street life in Atlanta, the relationships between the artists, and their willingness to do what it takes to defend their territory.


Line by Line Meaning

OK, OK, OK
We're ready to go.


OK, OK, OK, this Sean Paul
Sean Paul is here with us.


Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
The artists involved in this song are Lil John, J-Bo, and Youngbloodz.


You already know how we do it homeboy
We have a specific style and method of doing things that you are already familiar with.


It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
We're in Atlanta, specifically on 105 Road where there are women around.


It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
We're in the east side of Atlanta and we're part of the Attic Crew.


Lil John, Eastside Boyz
Lil John and the Eastside Boyz are also involved in this song.


and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy (let's go)
Sean Paul is also here and ready to get started.


They callin' me
People are asking me to return to the streets.


to come back to the streets, Sean P.
Specifically, Sean Paul is being asked to return to the streets.


A.K.A Sharp Crease, said it was necessary
He's also known as Sharp Crease, and it's important that he return.


these sucka niggaz out here very scary
There are some cowardly people around that are frightful.


They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
These people are like animals emerging from hibernation in February.


OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Let's embarrass a cowardly person in front of others.


Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
We'll break down your door and have our friends bring in weapons.


I'm still Attic A-double T-I-see
I'm still a member of the Attic Crew.


It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
All the prostitutes in the area know about me.


Bitch I'm fo sho wit it
I'm definitely skilled in what I do.


don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac, bitch I will go get it
Don't provoke me because I'll bring out my weapon.


and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
I'm willing to share my talent and/or violence with you and your prostitute.


Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
I won't be drinking Cristal champagne, I'd rather have malt liquor.


It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin'
We prefer malt liquor from Atlanta.


comin' straight from the gutter
Our music is authentic and raw.


Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
We'll kill someone and leave them for dead.


Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Lil John is producing the music that makes you want to dance.


Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
Sean Paul will use his weapon to harm you if he feels threatened.


If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't care, we don't either.


Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
If you don't cause problems, we won't either.


I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
I'll find a place to hang out and start drinking.


They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my right hand man
My right hand man wears a herringbone necklace, so I'm known by that association.


Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
We're silly and ridiculous in an old-school way that's unique.


With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
When Lil John and Youngbloodz come together, we're really excited and hyped up.


Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
If you're interested in fighting, the Attic Crew on 105 Road is ready for a challenge.


Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
I'm getting ready to shoot my gun straight at you.


In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
You'll feel the impact of our music when it's played in the club this summer.


Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
We'll come at you with force and intensity just like a heavy storm.


'Cause in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
We're the guys in Atlanta who can outdrink you.


Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In our area, men dress nicely and have prostitutes.


In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
I have a very cool and super Chevy, so I'm the one you should contact.


Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
If you need me, call the number for alcohol.


And dawg I'm not the one that you really just want to clown
I'm not someone that you should disrespect or make fun of.


I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
I'm laid-back, but I can still assert myself and take control of a situation.


And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
J-Bo makes fun of the people who dislike us.


In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do (yeah)
We like to get drunk and be in a secluded area.


Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
People who are tough and not from Atlanta will get shot.


And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
If you get shot, you'll need more than just stitches to heal your wound.


Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
I'm talking a lot and probably drunk.


With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
I have a comfortable and luxurious car with a good grip on the steering wheel.


Oh you fo sho with it
You're really skilled at something.


then pull yo pistol, show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
If you're really good, you should pull out your gun to prove it.


And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
I'll let you and the people around you experience my talent and/or violence.


Talkin' big boy shit
Talking in a confident and boastful way.


Me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick
I'm looking tough and mean with my hand on my penis for extra effect.


'Cause at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We always take control of a situation and make it lively and fun.


We started off with Shake Em Off so look up now oh guess who
Our music career began with the song 'Shake Em Off' and now we've become even more successful.


It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
We're the guys from the bottom of Atlanta who defeated you on Interstate 85.


And hit you with that you-Way so don't be surprised
We hit you with the distinctive Atlanta rap sound, so don't act shocked.


We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
We're having a great time, drinking something enjoyable and listening to music.


I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
I'm looking around at my surroundings and hoping someone would try to test me.


In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
Just in case a situation arises, I'm prepared and ready to use my gun if necessary.


To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows
We'll show you how we fight in the southern style.




Lyrics © Roba Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: JEFFREY N GRIGSBY, SEAN N JOSEPH, CEDRICK N LEONARD, CRAIG N LOVE, ROB MCDOWELL, JONATHAN H SMITH

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@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

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@ballerj63

Truth

@antmckinzy655

You forgot about us in the 50's! 😆

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Yeah, bruh. It sucks. Unless... stem cell research... lol

@EvidenceBasedMedsin

Say less!!!

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@C.kirk1287

Y’all we are officially the old heads 😂

@jonaveul

Facts! Born in 94 and this forever my jam!

@BigKnocko

Yessirskii lol

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😂😂😂😂😂82' in the house!!!

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