damn remix
Youngbloodz ft Ludacris & Bonecrusher Lyrics

Youngbloodz.. come out and play {*laughs*}
Introduction to the song

You know we had to do a remix
The reason behind making the remix

If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (yeah!!)
Expressing disregard for others' opinions

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!
Introducing different artists featured in the song

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)
Boasting about his success and clarifying his motives behind participating in a movie

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)
Talking about his financial stability and aspirations

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
Admitting that he does not compromise on earning money but at the same time emphasizing his luxurious lifestyle

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
Asserting his position while mentioning other members of his team and bragging about his sexual exploits

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
Talking about his return to work and sharing his resources with the community

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
Reminding his audience of his roots but not compromising on his lifestyle

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
Declaring his intentions to earn more money and share it with others

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!!)
Showing respect for hardworking people and asking them to represent their home area

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
Announcing their arrival and establishing their identity

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
Explaining how they dominate any area they go to but doing it with style

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
Threatening to punish anyone who opposes them while highlighting the importance of style and experience in their line of work

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!!)
Claiming their territory and celebrating their success

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
Boasting about his strength and threatening anyone who wants to challenge him

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
Emphasizing his superiority and declaring his strength even while facing adversity

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
Explaining how he earns money and acknowledging the envy he faces from others

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!!)
Collaborating with Bonecrusher and warning those who come in their way

Don't let that drank get ya FUCKED UP nigga!
Warning people to not let alcohol ruin their lives