Damn
Youngbloodz feat. T.I Lyrics
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Who, Sean be A.K.A or a sharp crease said it was necessary
These sucka nigga out here very scary
They cuffin' hole they livin' in tha month of February
Ok then put a sense a nigga on display den
Kick in ya door and have my folks to bring them K's in
I'm still added A double T.I.C
It ain't no hoe out there for real who don't know bout me
Bitch I'm foshow wit it
Don't make me pop that trunk to tha lack bitch I will go get it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no cris and got a cold belly
Its YoungBloodz a town malt liqua sippin
Comin' straight from tha gutta
Toe taggin a mutha fucka leave him unda a cova
Lil John he drop them beats and make them bounce like rubba
Sean Paul he toat tha heat that will make you mug then slugga
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 drank hand and hand
They call me mister harin bone 'cause that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no otha indeed
Wit lil john its YoungBloodz get crunk as can be
Added crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
Cock back and bust ay now I done got yo numba
In tha club you gone feel it when it drop this summa
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunda
'Cause in tha dirty we them bois that drank you unda a table
Where them niggaz pimp hoes fly suits and gatas
In my Chevy so supa I'm tha one to call
Jus dial one, eight hundred, four hundred alcohol
And dog I'm not tha one you jus want to clown
I'm cool in my way but shit still I shut em down
Jus piss on em hatas
J Bo he cuts a foo in a cut bout sizzled
Somewhere that's how we do
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
Out of town hard head get swiss g's up
And you gone need mo stitches to patch that leak up
Jump like ree up I'm all gb'd up
Wit tha plush leatha gut steady grippin tha butt
Oo you foshow wit it
A pull ya pistol show a nigga you ain't hoe wit
And I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit mean muggin' like a
Mutha fucka wit my hand on my dick
Yeah yeah 'cause I'm for real we keep it
Jumpin' like it ain't nothin new
We started off we shake em off so hey partner or guess who
Its them boys from that bottom who took you down eighty five
And hit you wit that you way so rookie don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin killa and sippin on something good
I'm peepin out tha scenery wishin a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm out ready to lock and load
To take you through tha south to
Show you how we throw them bows, 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
In the lyrics to YoungBloodz ft Ludacris & Bonecrusher's song "Damn," the rapper talks about his experiences on the streets and how he is willing to go all out if anyone crosses him. He talks about how people are frightened by him and his crew and how they will use violence to get what they want. The lyrics are characterized by a sense of aggression and a desire to show that they are not to be taken lightly. This is evident in lines like "I'm still added A double T.I.C, it ain't no hoe out there for real who don't know bout me," which shows his level of confidence and street credibility. He also talks about his love for alcohol and refers to himself and his crew as "YoungBloodz a town malt liqua sippin/ Comin' straight from tha gutta."
The lyrics also contain a lot of profanity, which is used to emphasize the level of aggression and anger portrayed in the song. The chorus "If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck/ Don't start no shit it won't be no shit" is repeated several times throughout the song, emphasizing the theme of not caring what anyone thinks and being willing to use violence to protect oneself. The song's message is clear: YoungBloodz and his crew are not to be messed with.
Line by Line Meaning
They callin' me to came back to tha streets
People are asking me to return to the place where I grew up
Who, Sean be A.K.A or a sharp crease said it was necessary
My friend Sean, also known as A.K.A, or someone with a sharp appearance, said that it's important to come back to the streets
These sucka nigga out here very scary
There are some cowardly people out there who are very frightening
They cuffin' hole they livin' in tha month of February
These people are so scared that they are hiding in their homes during the month of February
Ok then put a sense a nigga on display den
Okay, then let's take one of these cowards and expose them to everyone
Kick in ya door and have my folks to bring them K's in
We'll break into their house and bring in guns to scare them
I'm still added A double T.I.C
I'm still representing my group, A-Town Hard Heads
It ain't no hoe out there for real who don't know bout me
There isn't a single person out there who doesn't know who I am and what I stand for
Don't make me pop that trunk to tha lack bitch I will go get it
Don't make me open the trunk of my car to get my gun; I will do it if necessary
And I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it
I'm not just thinking about myself; I'm willing to make sure your friends feel the consequences of their actions too
Won't catch me sippin' on no cris and got a cold belly
I won't be drinking any fancy alcohol like Cristal and end up with an upset stomach
Its YoungBloodz a town malt liqua sippin
I prefer to drink malt liquor, as is common in my hometown of Atlanta
Comin' straight from tha gutta
I come from a rough area of the city
Toe taggin a mutha fucka leave him unda a cova
If someone messes with me, I'll be quick to kill them and leave them in a coffin
Lil John he drop them beats and make them bounce like rubba
Lil John produces music with lively beats that make people dance and move like rubber
Sean Paul he toat tha heat that will make you mug then slugga
Sean Paul carries a gun and isn't afraid to use it to threaten or harm someone
If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck
If you don't care about us, we don't care about you
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
If you don't provoke us, we won't cause any trouble
I post up get to it drank hand and hand
I hang out and drink with my friends
They call me mister harin bone 'cause that's my right hand man
My friend is so loyal and trustworthy that they refer to him as my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no otha indeed
We have a wild, old-school style that is unlike anything else out there
Wit lil john its YoungBloodz get crunk as can be
When Lil John produces music for us, we get really hyped and energetic
Added crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
If you want to start something with us, we have an additional group of people ready to fight back
Cock back and bust ay now I done got yo numba
I'm not afraid to shoot you if you mess with me; I have your number and can take you down
In tha club you gone feel it when it drop this summa
When our music plays in the club this summer, it will be a fantastic experience for everyone involved
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunda
We will come down on you like a thunderstorm and hit you hard
'Cause in tha dirty we them bois that drank you unda a table
We're known as the guys who can drink you under the table in the dirty south
Where them niggaz pimp hoes fly suits and gatas
We hang out in a place where guys dress nicely and have attractive women with them
In my Chevy so supa I'm tha one to call
I have a really cool Chevy, and people know to call me if they need a ride
Jus dial one, eight hundred, four hundred alcohol
If you need alcohol, just call this number and they'll bring it to you
And dog I'm not tha one you jus want to clown
Don't underestimate me; I'm not someone you want to make fun of
I'm cool in my way but shit still I shut em down
I'm typically laid back, but I can still put someone in their place when necessary
Jus piss on em hatas
I'm not going to let the haters get to me; I'll just brush them off
J Bo he cuts a foo in a cut bout sizzled
My friend J Bo is known for dancing really well when he's a bit drunk
Somewhere that's how we do
That's how we roll in our part of town
Out of town hard head get swiss g's up
If you're from out of town and act like a tough guy, you'll get beat up
And you gone need mo stitches to patch that leak up
You'll need more stitches than usual to repair any damage we do to you
Jump like ree up I'm all gb'd up
Get ready for a fight; I'm pumped up and ready to go
Wit tha plush leatha gut steady grippin tha butt
I'm gripping the steering wheel of my plush leather car tightly with my hands
Talkin' big boy shit mean muggin' like a
We're talking tough and giving mean looks like we're big shots
Mutha fucka wit my hand on my dick
Don't mess with me, I have my hand on my gun
We started off we shake em off so hey partner or guess who
We started off with nothing and fought our way to the top; now, we have a lot of people on our side
Its them boys from that bottom who took you down eighty five
We're the guys from the bottom of society who took down the competition on Route 85
And hit you wit that you way so rookie don't be surprised
We hit you with our unique way of doing things, so don't be surprised when we come at you
We buckin' blowin killa and sippin on something good
We're shooting guns, killing people, and drinking something strong
I'm peepin out tha scenery wishin a nigga would
I'm looking around and hoping someone tries to start something with us
In case it just might pop I'm out ready to lock and load
If something does happen, I'm ready to grab my gun and use it if necessary
To take you through tha south to
I could take you on a tour through the southern states
Show you how we throw them bows, yeah
I could show you how we fight and throw punches
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: SEAN PAUL JOSEPH, JONATHAN SMITH, JEFFREY RAY GRIGSBY, CEDRIC LEONARD, ROBERT MCDOWELL, CRAIG D. LOVE
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!!!