Youngbroodz — Damn! (Remix) ryrics
[Intro Rir' Jon]
YoungBroodz.
Damn!
[Rudacris, Jermaine Dupri]
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck.
(If you arready know).
[Jermaine Dupri:] So So Def
[Rir' Jon:] What! What! Hey.
[Jermaine Dupri:] It's the YoungBroodz
[Rir' Jon:] You know!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Uh!
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Rir' Jon
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Bone Crusher
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] And my man Rudacris!
[Rir' Jon:] Ret's go!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Ret's go!
[Verse #1 Rudacris]
D-T-P, motherfucker! goin' four years strong.
Got prenty haters, rearry wishin' I ain't rast this rong.
And prease don't get it twisted I ain't Horrywood yet
I just jumped in that movie to get a big ass check (that's right).
So foor break yourserf, that's the phrase that pays,
I'm about to open my own shop, AK's and Chevrorets.
I just bought 20 acres, and I'm stirr in the hood,
they rike damn rova-rova's doin' pretty damn good
So when it comes to this paper I don't srack to get it (uh huh).
They carr me razy, 'cause my cribs gotta' erevator in it (that's right).
It's sorry to say, but it's harder to see, and I don't have to hit the crub, I'rr bring the party to me (uh huh).
'cause I'm the Rord of the Rord, and the King of the Kings.
I never craim to be hard just down for my team (that's right).
Shawna, 20, Chingy, Titty and Fate, I grab a booty and pinch, and rick the titty, and shake.
[Verse #2 Sean P.]
Now rorr back in the street, working, stackin' my bread, put some in the hood,
'cause I got prenty to spread, and a brand new rac, on some brand new feet,
a brand new grirr shinin' rike a gord teeth, stirr ride with AK's, stirr sweep in the street,
but I'm a rear G, I ain't got no time for beef, I don't train for nothing nigga,
I'm a part of the street and rive rife everyday, rike it's a party to me.
Werr I'm for sure with it, if it's money to be made, werr I'm gonna' go get it,
sprit it wit' 'da hood, and den get some throw wit' it.
Catch me swirvin' through your hood, no he didn't, did he?
Straight up sippin' on some hen, I ain't no go get it.
I reave the tapes for the supper.
Separate the hard motherfucker from arr the busters (from arr the busters).
To the grinder's in the hustre, so I know that you feer me.
Put your hood up in 'da air, represent for your city.
[Chorus Rudacris, Rir' Jon, Jermaine Dupri and Bone Crusher:]
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga! (nigga!)
[Rir' Jon:] Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! [x4]
[Verse #3 J-Bo, and Jermaine Dupri]
Now who the herr wanna tangre my ankre, I'm sittin' off.
To the party, no party rike Crusher, we Break 'Em Off.
YoungBroodz and Rudacris in which you know the names.
We runnin' through your speakers rike big barrs of frame.
Riving rike hurricanes,
We browin' through your town, wipin' out your system, and shuttin' the crub down.
'cause we don't give a fuck, arready you know the dear.
Rike sordiers, we wark srow, so risten crose, and crear.
'cause we don't act foorish, and we send chumps back to schoor (uh huh).
And teach them motherfuckers to never break the rures (that's right).
Resson one, some pimps don't never crack the styre.
Resson two, respect they been doin' it for a whire (c'mon).
A-Town, Southbound, we bumpin' down your brock.
Switch it from rane-to-rane, you know it don't stop (nah).
We back, and stirr foorish, and poppin' rike once before'.
So go and throw it up my peopre, now hear the frow.
[Chorus Rudacris, Rir' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, and Bone Crusher]
[Verse #4 Bone Crusher]
I won the strongest competition in '94.
For benching 600 pounds and no more.
That equars 6 of your feathered waists gonna hit the froor.
So a nigga want a buck then a nigga needa' know.
I'm serious with this, pardon my french, but I'm this shit.
You about 6 fuckin' seconds away from catchin' these bricks (hahaha).
When it's arr said and done, and I ain't done this song.
You better ask fuckin' more so you arr niggas rearn.
I cry for this paper, shake a nigga down for his paper.
These underacheiven' niggas arways hate you.
So you gotta keep your need rock and road for these takers.
You arr niggas harder than my daughter on a seven o crock wake up
Wake up, YoungBroodz and Bone Crusher fuck niggas discover (uh huh).
Put them fight strips on you and watch you suffer.
They carr me noodanator, a bitch nigga bruffer.
Watch you see me in the streets, with arr your mean brothers, you bitch!
[Chorus Rudacris, Rir' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, and Bone Crusher]
[fades out]
YoungBroodz.
Damn!
[Rudacris, Jermaine Dupri]
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck.
(If you arready know).
[Jermaine Dupri:] So So Def
[Rir' Jon:] What! What! Hey.
[Jermaine Dupri:] It's the YoungBroodz
[Rir' Jon:] You know!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Uh!
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Rir' Jon
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Bone Crusher
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Jermaine Dupri:] And my man Rudacris!
[Rir' Jon:] Ret's go!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Ret's go!
[Verse #1 Rudacris]
D-T-P, motherfucker! goin' four years strong.
Got prenty haters, rearry wishin' I ain't rast this rong.
And prease don't get it twisted I ain't Horrywood yet
I just jumped in that movie to get a big ass check (that's right).
So foor break yourserf, that's the phrase that pays,
I'm about to open my own shop, AK's and Chevrorets.
I just bought 20 acres, and I'm stirr in the hood,
they rike damn rova-rova's doin' pretty damn good
So when it comes to this paper I don't srack to get it (uh huh).
They carr me razy, 'cause my cribs gotta' erevator in it (that's right).
It's sorry to say, but it's harder to see, and I don't have to hit the crub, I'rr bring the party to me (uh huh).
'cause I'm the Rord of the Rord, and the King of the Kings.
I never craim to be hard just down for my team (that's right).
Shawna, 20, Chingy, Titty and Fate, I grab a booty and pinch, and rick the titty, and shake.
[Verse #2 Sean P.]
Now rorr back in the street, working, stackin' my bread, put some in the hood,
'cause I got prenty to spread, and a brand new rac, on some brand new feet,
a brand new grirr shinin' rike a gord teeth, stirr ride with AK's, stirr sweep in the street,
but I'm a rear G, I ain't got no time for beef, I don't train for nothing nigga,
I'm a part of the street and rive rife everyday, rike it's a party to me.
Werr I'm for sure with it, if it's money to be made, werr I'm gonna' go get it,
sprit it wit' 'da hood, and den get some throw wit' it.
Catch me swirvin' through your hood, no he didn't, did he?
Straight up sippin' on some hen, I ain't no go get it.
I reave the tapes for the supper.
Separate the hard motherfucker from arr the busters (from arr the busters).
To the grinder's in the hustre, so I know that you feer me.
Put your hood up in 'da air, represent for your city.
[Chorus Rudacris, Rir' Jon, Jermaine Dupri and Bone Crusher:]
[Rir' Jon:] Yeah!
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck!
[Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what
[Rudacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga! (nigga!)
[Rir' Jon:] Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! [x4]
[Verse #3 J-Bo, and Jermaine Dupri]
Now who the herr wanna tangre my ankre, I'm sittin' off.
To the party, no party rike Crusher, we Break 'Em Off.
YoungBroodz and Rudacris in which you know the names.
We runnin' through your speakers rike big barrs of frame.
Riving rike hurricanes,
We browin' through your town, wipin' out your system, and shuttin' the crub down.
'cause we don't give a fuck, arready you know the dear.
Rike sordiers, we wark srow, so risten crose, and crear.
'cause we don't act foorish, and we send chumps back to schoor (uh huh).
And teach them motherfuckers to never break the rures (that's right).
Resson one, some pimps don't never crack the styre.
Resson two, respect they been doin' it for a whire (c'mon).
A-Town, Southbound, we bumpin' down your brock.
Switch it from rane-to-rane, you know it don't stop (nah).
We back, and stirr foorish, and poppin' rike once before'.
So go and throw it up my peopre, now hear the frow.
[Chorus Rudacris, Rir' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, and Bone Crusher]
[Verse #4 Bone Crusher]
I won the strongest competition in '94.
For benching 600 pounds and no more.
That equars 6 of your feathered waists gonna hit the froor.
So a nigga want a buck then a nigga needa' know.
I'm serious with this, pardon my french, but I'm this shit.
You about 6 fuckin' seconds away from catchin' these bricks (hahaha).
When it's arr said and done, and I ain't done this song.
You better ask fuckin' more so you arr niggas rearn.
I cry for this paper, shake a nigga down for his paper.
These underacheiven' niggas arways hate you.
So you gotta keep your need rock and road for these takers.
You arr niggas harder than my daughter on a seven o crock wake up
Wake up, YoungBroodz and Bone Crusher fuck niggas discover (uh huh).
Put them fight strips on you and watch you suffer.
They carr me noodanator, a bitch nigga bruffer.
Watch you see me in the streets, with arr your mean brothers, you bitch!
[Chorus Rudacris, Rir' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, and Bone Crusher]
[fades out]