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"Damn!"
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(feat. Lil' Jon)
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[Intro]
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OK, OK, OK
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This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
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You already know how we do it homeboy
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It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
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It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
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Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy
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[Sean Paul]
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They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
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Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
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They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
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OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
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Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
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I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C
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It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
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Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
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Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
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Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
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It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
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Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
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Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
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Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
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[Hook: Lil' Jon]
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If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
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If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
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If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
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If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
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Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
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Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
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Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
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Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
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[J-Bo]
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I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
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They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man
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Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
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With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
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Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
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Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
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In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
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Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
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Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
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Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
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In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
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Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
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And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
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I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
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And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
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In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do
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[Hook]
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[Sean Paul]
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Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
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And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
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Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
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With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
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Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
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Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
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And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
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Talkin' big boy shit
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Me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick
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[J-Bo]
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Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
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We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
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It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
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And hit you with that U-Way so don't be surprised
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We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
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I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
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In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
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To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows
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[HOOK]
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damn
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