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lirik lagu damn (remix) – dj drama, lil jon, & lil scrappy

[intro: ludacris, lil jon, bone crusher, & jermaine dupri]
gangsta grillz
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (yeah)
so so def (hol’ up)
youngbloodz
we just getting started (what?), remix, uh (hey)
it’s so sick (you ain’t know)
you know i [?] suck a buffalo’s [?] (uh*huh, yeah)
you know what it is mane, a*town all day (yeah)
ludacris (yeah)
sean paul (yeah)
j*bo (lil jon)
what, ahh (let’s go)
gangsta grillz

[verse 1: ludacris]
yeek yeek motherf*cker 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)
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 d*mn, luva luva doing pretty d*mn good (that’s right)
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
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 l!ck a titty and shake
[verse 2: sean paul & lil jon]
now i’m back in the street working stacking my bread (hey)
put some in the hood cause i got plent to spread (hey)
bought a brand new ‘lac on some brand new feet (hey)
wit a brand new grill shining like gold t**th (hey)
still ride wit ak’s, still a sweep the street (hey)
but i’m a real g and i ain’t got no time for beef (hey)
i don’t change for na n*gga i’m a part of the street (hey)
and live life everyday like it’s a party to me (hey)
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
i leave the change for the suckas
separate the hard motherf*cker 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)

[chorus: ludacris & lil’ jon]
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
[verse 3: j*bo, jermaine dupri, & lil jon]
now who the h*ll 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 b*lls of flames
and pimpin like hurricanes, we blowing through ya town
wipin’ out ya system and shutting the club down
cause we don’t give a f*ck, already you know the deal
like soldiers we walk soft (shh) so listen close and clear (woo)
cause we gon’ act a fool and send chumps back to school (uh*huh)
then teach them motherf*ckers to never break the rules (that’s right)
lesson one * some pimps don’t never crack the style
lesson two * respect it, been doing it for a while
a*town’s our bound, we bumping down ya block
switching from lane to lane, you know it don’t stop (nah)
we back and still foolish and poppin like once befo
so go and throw it up, my people now hit the flow (yeah)

[chorus: ludacris & lil’ jon]
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
if you don’t give a d*mn we don’t give a f*ck! (hey!)
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
don’t start no sh*t there won’t be no sh*t!
[verse 4: bone crusher & lil’ jon]
i won the strong arm competition, in ’94 (ha)
for benching 600 hundred pounds, and no mo’ (what?)
that equal six of ya featherweights that goin to hit the flo’
so if a n*gga wanna buck, then a n*gga need to know
i’m serious with this, pardon my french but i’m the sh*t!!
i’m six f*cking seconds away from catching these bricks (hahaha)
when it’s all said and done and i engulf the sun
pathetic ass, f*cking mortals, when you ho n*ggas learn
i grind for this paper, shake a n*gga down for this paper
these under ‘chiever n*ggas always hate ya
so you gotta keep it mean, and lock and load on these cakers
ya’ll n*ggas harder then my daughter on a 7 o’clock wake up
youngbloodz and bone crusher, f*ck n*ggas discover (yeah)
put them fight strips on ya and watch ya suffer (what?)
they call me mutilator, a b*tch n*gga bluffer
want ya see me in the streets with all that mean mug brother, ya b*tch!
(yeah)
hahahahahaha

[outro: bone crusher & lil scr*ppy]
don’t let that drank get ya f*cked up n*gga
hold the f*ck up

- dj drama lil jon lil scrappy

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