Damn
Youngbloodz ft Ludacris & Bonecrusher 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)
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 © 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
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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 1 - Ludacris]
Yeek yeek motherfucker going four years strong
Got plenty haters really wishing I ain't last this 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, Luva Luva 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
[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 street
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 leave the change for the suckas
Separate the hard motherfucker from all the bustas
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 2 - 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 gon' 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 it, 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 3 - Bone Crusher]
I won the strong arm competition, in '94
For benching 600 hundred pounds, and no mo'
That equal six of ya featherweights that goin to hit the flo'
So if a nigga wanna buck, 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 hoe 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 on these cakers
Ya'll niggaz harder then my daughter on a 7 o'clock wake up
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!
@1trl2
Damn, can't believe it's been 20 years since both joints dropped. This had the summer of 2003 on lock 🔐 🔥🔥
@ualreadisnow7311
Luda and Wayne used to kill any remix or feature back n the day…light work.
@honeyblunt5150
The original song was so good, it's hard to believe they actually made the remix even better.
@californiacombativesclub202
This was a Jr. High banger
@defnessrealtalk4016
The bass in Sean Paul's verse.........OOOOH 🤯🤯🤯🤯💣💥
@TMacVC
I can recite Luda verse word for word still
@AdamWest1290
I use to bump this shit daily, this song and the original, man 80's 90's early 2000 music was an awesome time for music
@fredcrew1651
How Youngbloodz still go hard af on the remix. Bone Crusher makes me wanna do just that☠️☠️☠️ Luda killin it as usual
@suavecito348
This Song Still Startin’ Fights In 2020
@dcrappa1
Ludacris just killed this track