Damn!
Youngbloodz ft Lil John & Da Eastside Boyz & Sean Paul Lyrics
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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
[Sean Paul]
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
[Chorus]
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
[J-Bo]
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
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you goin' 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
[J-Bo]
'Cause at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna 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
[Chorus]
The lyrics of "Damn!" by Youngbloodz ft Lil John & Da Eastside Boyz & Sean Paul, is a typical rap song that highlights the boastful and aggressive nature of the genre. The song is divided into three verses, with Sean Paul starting off and J-Bo finishing it up. Sean Paul speaks of his street credibility and reputation, emphasizing his toughness and ability to handle rivals. He bashes his opponents, warning them to watch their backs, as he and his crew are not scared to take them on. He goes on to mention his love for weapons and how much he enjoys using them.
J-Bo's verse focuses more on his party lifestyle, particularly their love for sipping on malt liquor. He boasts of his fashion sense, particularly his fondness for a herringbone necklace. He expresses pride in his crew's toughness and eagerness to fight anyone who crosses their path. He also references their love for Chevy cars, and his ability to handle himself in any fight that comes his way.
The chorus of the song is catchy and straightforward, with a simple message of not starting trouble if you don't want to face the consequences. Overall, "Damn!" is a typical example of a rap song that glorifies violence, gun culture, and the party lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a/k/a Sharp Crease
People are urging me to return to the streets, where I go by the name Sharp Crease.
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They say it's crucial because these fake gangsters out here are very cowardly.
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
These fake tough guys come from their hiding places in the month of February.
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Well then, let's publicly expose a weak and cowardly individual.
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
We'll forcibly enter your home and have my people bring in the firearms.
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-see
I'm still part of the Attic Crew - A-T-T-I-C.
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
There's not a single woman out there that doesn't know about me for real.
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
I'm definitely not afraid to act, so don't provoke me to open the trunk of my Cadillac.
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Yes, I'll definitely go get it, and I'm not selfish - I'll let both you and your woman feel it.
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
You won't catch me drinking Cristal - I have a cold forty-ounce beer.
It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
We're the Youngbloodz, sipping malt liquor from A-Town - coming straight from the lower part of society.
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
We'll kill someone, and leave them under a sheet with a toe tag.
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Lil John provides the beat that makes you bounce like rubber.
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
Sean Paul carries the firearm to threaten and shoot you if necessary.
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't care, neither do we.
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, drink hand in hand
I stand around and get to work, while holding a drink.
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my right hand man
They call me Mr. Herringbone, because that's who I rely on.
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
I'm old school and straight up foolish - unlike anyone else.
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
With Lil John, the Youngbloodz are as crunk and energetic as possible.
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
If you're looking to start a fight, come find the Attic Crew on 105 Road.
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
Cock the gun back, aim, and now I've got you.
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
You're sure to feel it when our music hits the club this summer.
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Like rain, we'll pour on you and hit you hard like thunder.
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
We first got going with the song Shake Em Off - so look, partner, guess who it is now.
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
We're those boys from the bottom who defeated you on 85.
And hit you with that you-Way so don't be surprised
And we hit you with that U-Turn, so don't be surprised.
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
We're shooting guns, blowing smoke, relaxing, and sipping on something good.
I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
I'm ready to load up my gun and get ready for action.
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows
We'll take you through the South to show you how we fight and throw punches.
Lyrics © Roba Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, 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
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!!!