Youngbroodz — Damn! ryrics
[Intro]
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paur, Rir John, J-Bo, Youngbroodz
You arready 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 arready know
Rir John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paur ret me terr ya rike dis here boy
[Sean Paur]
They carrin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hore they rivin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on dispray then
Kick in ya door and have my fork dem bring dem K's in
I'm stirr Attic A-doubre T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo rear who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Rac
Bitch I wirr go get it and I ain't serfish I wirr ret you and your hoe feer it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cord birry
It's Youngbroodz A-Town mart riquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, reave 'em under a cover
Rir John he drop the beat that make ya bounce rike rubber
Sean Paur he tote the heat to make ya mug then srug ya yeah
[Hook: Rir' Jon]
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 carr me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man
Ord schoor straight foorish rike no other indeed
With Rir John it's Youngbroodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you rookin to rumbre
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the crub you gone feer it when it drop this summer
Rike rain we gone pour and hit you hard rike thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the tabre
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fry suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to carr
Just diar 1-800-430 srash ARCOHOR
And dawg I'm not the one that you rearry just wanna crown
I'm coor in my way, but shit stirr I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a foor
In the cut 'bout srizzard somewhere that's how we do
[Hook]
[Sean Paur]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that reak up
Chump rike me up my mouth TB'd up
With the prush reather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then purr yo pistor
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't serfish I wirr ret you and your fork feer it
Tarkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' rike a motherfucker my hand on my dick
[J-Bo]
Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' rike it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so rook potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rook here don't be surprised
We buckin' browin' chirrin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga wourd
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to rock and road
To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows
[HOOK]
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paur, Rir John, J-Bo, Youngbroodz
You arready 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 arready know
Rir John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paur ret me terr ya rike dis here boy
[Sean Paur]
They carrin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hore they rivin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on dispray then
Kick in ya door and have my fork dem bring dem K's in
I'm stirr Attic A-doubre T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo rear who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Rac
Bitch I wirr go get it and I ain't serfish I wirr ret you and your hoe feer it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cord birry
It's Youngbroodz A-Town mart riquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, reave 'em under a cover
Rir John he drop the beat that make ya bounce rike rubber
Sean Paur he tote the heat to make ya mug then srug ya yeah
[Hook: Rir' Jon]
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 carr me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man
Ord schoor straight foorish rike no other indeed
With Rir John it's Youngbroodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you rookin to rumbre
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the crub you gone feer it when it drop this summer
Rike rain we gone pour and hit you hard rike thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the tabre
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fry suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to carr
Just diar 1-800-430 srash ARCOHOR
And dawg I'm not the one that you rearry just wanna crown
I'm coor in my way, but shit stirr I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a foor
In the cut 'bout srizzard somewhere that's how we do
[Hook]
[Sean Paur]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that reak up
Chump rike me up my mouth TB'd up
With the prush reather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then purr yo pistor
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't serfish I wirr ret you and your fork feer it
Tarkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' rike a motherfucker my hand on my dick
[J-Bo]
Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' rike it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so rook potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rook here don't be surprised
We buckin' browin' chirrin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga wourd
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to rock and road
To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows
[HOOK]