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damn remix ft ludacris, jd, and bone crusher - the youngbloods lyrics

[intro]
youngbloodz, come out an play

if you don’t give a d-mn, we don’t give a f-ck,

[lil jon]
yeah!

[jd]
so-so-def,
youngbloodz,
uh, lil jon,
bone crusher,
and my man ludacris, let’s go

[ludacris]
beep beep mothaf-cka,
goin four years strong,
got plenty haters really wishin that 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 -ss check,
fool break yo’ self, thats the phrase that pays,
i’m bout to open my own shop, ak’s and chevrolets,
i just bought twenty acres and i’m still in the hood,
they like “d-mn, lova-lova doin pretty d-mn good”,
when it comes to this paper, i don’t slack to get it,
they call me lazy cuz my crib’s got a elevator in it,
it’s sorry to say, but it’d harder to see,
and i don’t have to hit the club, i bring the party to me,
cuz i’m the lord of the lord, and the king of the kings,
i never claim to be hard, just down for my team,
shawna, twenty, chingy, t-tti and fate,
i grab a booty, and pinch, then lick a t-tty, and shake,

[sean paul]
now i’m back in the street, workin, stackin my bread,
spend some in the hood, cuz i plenty to spread,
got a brand new ‘lac, on some brand new feet,
with a brand new grill, shinin’ like gold teeth,
still wild with aks, still sweep a street,
but i’m a real g, got no time for beef,
i won’t change for nan n-gg-, i’m a part of the street,
an live like everyday like it’s a party to me,
boy i could show wit it, if there’s money to be made, boy i’ma gon’ go get it,
split it with the hood, and then get some gold wit it,
catch me swervin through your hood, “no he didn’t, did he?”,
straight up sippin on some henny, ain’t no c-ke in it,
i leave the chase for the suckas, seperate the hard mothaf-ckas from all the bustas,
to the grinders and the hustlas, so i know that ya’ll feel me,
put yo hood up in the air, represent for your city,

[all]

if you don’t give a d-mn, we don’t give a f-ck (say what, say what?)
if you don’t give a d-mn, we don’t give a f-ck (say what, say what?)
if you don’t give a d-mn, we don’t give a f-ck (say what, say what?)
if you don’t give a d-mn, we don’t give a f-ck (say what, say what?)

[lil jon]
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,

[j-bo]
now who the h-ll wanna tangle my ankle, i’m settin off,
to the party, no bacardi, like crusher we breaks ’em off,
youngbloodz, and ludacris, in which you know the names,
we burnin through yo speakers like big b-lls of flames,
livin like hurricanes, we blowin through yo town,
wipin out yo system and shuttin the club down,
cuz we don’t give a f-ck, already you know the deal,
like soldiers we walk soft, so listen close and clear,
cuz we gon’ act a fool, and send chumps back to school,
and teach them mothaf-ckas to never break the rules,
lesson one, some pimps don’t never cramp they style,
lesson two, respect them been doin it for awhile,
a-town, southbond, we b-mpin down yo block,
switchin from lane to lane, you know we don’t stop,
we back and still foolish, and b-mpin like once before,
so go and throw it up my people, now hit the floor,

[all]

[lil jon]
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,

[bone crusher]
i went and destroyed all compet-tion, in ’94,
this b-tch is 600 pounds, and no more,
that equals six of yo featherweights is gonna hit the floor,
so if a n-gg- wanna buck, then a n-gg- need to know,
i’m serious with this, pardon my french, but i’m the sh-t,
you ’bout six f-ckin seconds away from catchin these bricks,
when it’s all said and done, and i engulf the sun,
you better ask f-ckin mortals what ya’ll hoe n-gg-s learned,
i grind for this paper, shake a n-gg- down for this paper,
these underachiever n-gg-s always hate ya,
so you gotta keep a means to lock and load for these capers,
these n-gg-s ain’t harder than my daughter at a seven o’ clock wake up,
them bloodz and bone crusher, f-ck n-gg-s discover,
put them vice grips on ya, and watch ya suffer,
they call me a mutilator, a b-tch n-gg- snuffa,
why don’t you see me in the streets with all that mean mug, brotha, ya b-tch,

[all]

[lil jon]
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t,

[bone crusher]
cuz you got us straight f-cked up, n-gg-

- the youngbloods lyrics

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