[sean paul]
Sean paul, gotta get em drunk
Gotta shakem off in the club, get it crunk
Give you what you want, shawty got what ya need
Set dat thang out, get down on ya knees
Ya know Im kinda picky, like my girls tricky
Tricky kinda greasy, gotta be freaky
Sho nuff, know to blow, thats how thangs go
Charge it to da game, ya know I gotta lay low
So tell me how ya know everything gravy
Youre under to the cover cause my homeboy paid me
These gulls goin crazy, ya gotta shakem off
They be all up in yo grill and I be all up in they mouth, ho

[chorus]4x
So shakem off (shakem off)
Shakem off (shakem off)
Whats up, its youngbloodz, we shakem off (shakem off)

[j-bo]
They about 5-4, 2 or 3 inches, cut em loose
And let em bend wit that wind as I guzzle duece
Goose cook, so is she hot wit dat boilin point
Must revolve cause these broads wanna lock dat joint
And pick-pocket through all you fools, soon as you choose
Ohh shit, so lock and pause for that girl called
Is a ho, now what you know, so let it go
To show that what she is, is nothin mo
But a hungry simple freak thatll take yo cash
And laugh and be gone so long you cant even ask
And from whats left, you envy without a dime
So watch out for them felines in heat that cross dat line

[chorus]4x

[sean paul]
Well Im sean paul, I got gulls galore
You might get a lot of cut but I gets much more

[j-bo]
Well Im j-bo, got these broads in check
Stayin down for the real and got no time to flex

[sean paul & j-bo]
We be them youngbloodz!!!

[sean paul]
Them boyz that got dat mean mugg

[j-bo]
Stompin in the club, boy gon get ya scrubbed

[sean paul]
I got them gulls goin for that low-low

[j-bo]
Boy get yourself some face befo ya let that girl go

[chorus]4x

[pause]

[chorus]4x

Im saying everybody gettin tired of the nickel and dime
Know what Im saying?
Dont waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what Im sayin, get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til I cant wait no mo
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro, front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still cant seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha got to show
For when thangs movin slow, with only six grams of blow
Life aint nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho

Hook
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
>from tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round, make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that its real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin in your path
To partna keep a look out for these niggas startin to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin, Im a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
Its dem boys from dat attic makin noise in the streets
So dont you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

Hook

I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Aint no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
Im stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh its a business now
Dont play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil bit
Oh now you feelin this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, its all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say its all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil

Hook

[Chorus: Cutty]
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes choosin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin

[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
I got a 'Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top
Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot
I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL
Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell
To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel

[J-Bo]
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
Cuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes

[Chorus 2x]

Hook
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the delta 88', with that georgia license plate
These niggas don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me
So i just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what i mean? some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the attic crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game i spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio

Now see i jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind i spin, intruders, we break em' in.
Atlanta georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in
Its the attic crew, no flaw within
We them youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe
Cause j-bo is who i be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me
So can't you see through the enemies
You'd besta be all you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts'?
Hook

A day late and a dolla' short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin' to get meat
22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three u double t's?
What it ain't gonna be, what it is
Over years i been scratching and scraping
Still ain't came up with nay-thin', let everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin' on mine, ???
In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop
Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
??? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiling bout'
Only bit ?fake chasers? i'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin'
Slackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the blow, don't show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up
?4:30, the hill, law gone?

Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what i fuckin' said?
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and fleetwood ride good vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that i speak
I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, i pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
>from the freeze-tag to the fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethangs can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man

Hook

Yeah, attic crew, attic crew and cooley c my nigga
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its attic crew and cooley c my nigga
Yeah, youngbloodz, youngbloodz and cooley c my nigga
Um, mark twayne

Now its time to let yall nigga know about me
Oh I can get mo money, mo money, dont come to me
And everything I say that be on the blow
Rap for the love of money, stack it up once mo
Going once, going twice, got the o for the low
Got my cheese in the soil, tryin to make my flow grow
Hell no, never fall off
Slip pimpin, you can get it hard or get it soft
All day, round the clock tryin to get it in
I aint worried bout the rich, cause Im in the wind
All I got is my folks, lord forgive me for my sins
And if this aint for me, please make me thank again
Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws
Let me recognize the game, and all the flaws
While Im out here, please let me come up
And watch my every step so I dont have to duck
Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck?
Hit me on the hill nigga, Im a sack it up
Rabbit on my head all day for good luck
On the hustle everyday, but who really gives a fuck

Hook

So what you got, when you aint got nothing to show
Thangs movin slow, cant get your hands on no blow
Aint got no flow, naw, need some quick cash
If hustlin is the answer nigga, get up off your ass

I walk about the crib, with my mind on the dough
Been hustlin these verses, aint got a damn thang to show
I keep my head up, because I feel its bout to pop
Done heard about a deal going down at the dock
Critics say it dont stop, til you get it and its gone
Its all about the fett, set it off, get it crunk
You catch me on the corner, Ill be buddy with the sacks
Off in the studio it be twayne with the tracks
Fire, fire, like that dope gettin smoked everyday
Got a call from my source, he on the way with the llell (yeah)
Coming in from overseas, bout 82 kis
Not a word to be said, everybody hit your knees, lets leave
Get the cheese, make away with the blow
Slip in the door, right before we do the show
Mr. dope man, your looking kinda sick
Thangs movin slow now that you aint got shit

Hook

So what you got now, you out of luck
Sellin your soul to the devil, just to make a quicker buck
But for what, you took a chance, recieving half of some blow
And pushing them quarter kis underground to keep the flow
Its toe to toe, we can take it to the deepest of the seas
And anybody else who wanna bite, then try a piece
Of these youngbloodz, bustin 30 slugs, so just perhaps
You crawlin out of a shell
Finding ways up out these traps
Like craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you own
And still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em known
And do know, you in a ball of burning hell
So might as well take a ride on the weed into the a-t-l
And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned
So whats the first attempt when they got you on the run
With fun, they shootin tons of shots, so whose to blame
Nobody but yourself as you hold inside the pain

Hook

Its attic crew, know what Im saying
Want our corner back, a-town, home team rule
For real

Its like shake, rattle, roll
It all started 105 creel road
And all yall niggas hitting licks, who didnt know
Its 50 niggas behind these closed doors
So dont lose your grip, dont run your lip
These niggas pull them thangs
And they cant know worth a flip
But whos to blame, time done changed
Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man
Brand new look, cause its a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up
I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you know it for sho
Grandma said she aint play, and they aint play a radio
So I took up them words, got back on the curb
Now Im bumping like a mug, aint no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being done
Aint honest work, but it bringing in them funds
I said Im trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga

Hook
Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, hes a gonner black
The a-town niggas want they corner back
*gunfire* stick em
We looking for em, dont be wid em
Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit em, get em

Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust
As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze
Deep in this everglaze, took ? taser nuts?
Out in the battlefields, now what it is
You cant understand as I fulfill the need
To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
So is it a ? ? ? for acting like a bitch
Youngbloodz, atlantas own, two strong off in this shit
And if with them whips, you trip
Ready to fight for what you claim
As if its a game of nuts, dont see what this might contain
So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed
But as you can see, you headed for trouble, thats you and me
And with full speeds, you reapin and tweetin on down the line
So nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind nigga

Hook

Ill get em back, trying to sack up my last little dope
I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore
And I know they dont, really dont give a shit
All I know, these niggas puttin a hand on my profit
Gonna quit, really soon
Got thangs, ? ? ? , right back on the clock and boom and
You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize
You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye
So, dont make no dumb move
You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule
Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years
What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this
See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, looking weak, cause money sure cant knuck
Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga

Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile away
Now give me three within this distance and be on your way
Cause nowadays these niggas act as if its all good
To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could
And if they should, Id be the first to let these niggas know
That I aint the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes
And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real
Better know what to do before you find yourself revealed

Hook

(feat. Akon)

[intro]

[akon]
[prison Doors Close]
Convict! (convict!)

[youngbloodz]
Young-young-young-youngbloodz
Young-young-young-young-youngbloodz
They Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck It-fuck It
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck It's The Beat!

Choke Dat Fiend (dat Fiend)...naw Mean (naw Mean)
Hat Lean..clothes Smell Like Green... (like Green)
And Some White Tees (white Tees), And White Rees (white Briefs)
I Buy Bread, Real G's Get Cheese... (get Cheese)
Back To The Streets (street!)
Back Wit Akon (akon!)
Back For The A-town
Reppin For The Slums (slums!)
Put Yo Hood Up, Show A Nigga Where Ya From (from)
And If They Hate That, Then Get Da Job Done...

[akon]
Hey
I' M Sure You Know My Speed
Rollin' Presiddential Through Ya Hood Like G's!
Gotcha Higher Than Chris Tucker
Sittin' On My Cutlas,
System Beatin' Like A Muthafucka!

[youngbloodz]
What We Smokin? (what We Smokin?)
Dat Kush (dat Kush!)
Presidential Shit....george Bush.. (george Bush!)
How We Do It? (how We Do It?)
Like Dis (like Dis!)
Get Crunk Big Big Big Big Big......

[j-bo]
16, Imma Give It Ta Ya Raw (to Ya Raw)
Take It To Ya Ass, Slap Ya Clean Cross The Jaw (cross The Jaw)
Now Where Dey At? (where Dey At?)
You Want Some? (want Some?)
See, I Dont Think Y'all Really Want None (want None)
See, Im Back Wit A Whole New Clip
Wit A Badass Chick, On Some Brandnew Shit (new Shit)
Now Put Em Up (put Em Up)...to The Sky (to The Sky)...
Ya Get Fucked, Get Drunk, Get High (get High)
Shake Em Off, Ya Know What To Do (do)
Take It To The Flo, Call Out Ya Whole Crew (whole Crew)
Like What? (what?) Knuck If You Buck
See We Still Dont Give A Damn
And I Never Gave A Fuck
See Im, Big Timin
Wrists Stay Blindin
Wit 4 Or 5 Freaks, And My Pinky Ring Shinin (shinin)
I Stay Grindin, And True To The Streets
If You Ever Need To Find Me...then You Know Where We Can Meet....

[akon]
Hey
I' M Sure You Know My Speed
Rollin' Presiddential Through Ya Hood Like G's!
Gotcha Higher Than Chris Tucker
Sittin' On My Cutlas,
System Beatin' Like A Muthafucka!

[youngbloodz]
What We Smokin? (what We Smokin?)
Dat Kush (dat Kush!)
Presidential Shit....george Bush.. (george Bush!)
How We Do It? (how We Do It?)
Like Dis (like Dis!)
Get Crunk Big Big Big Big Big......

[sean Paul]
I Fill A Big Bank (big Bank), And Drank Drank (drank)
Thats Why I Got A Purpe Sprite, And Y'all Aint (y'all Aint)
I Ride Big Rims (big Rims), Seein Me Is Tallest (me Is Tallest)
So When Ya Step Down, Baby Gurl Dont Fall (don't Fall)
Y'all Niggas Know The Name(name), They Call Me Sean Paul (sean Paul)
And I Aint Got No Flaws Except Breakin The Law (law)
Niggas Call Me Dope, Cuz Im Hard And Im Raw (raw)
Cant Call Me Dat Fiend Wasnt Here To Make Ya Coffin (coffin)
Its Always Beside Me, Watch Got Diamonds (diamonds)
I Aint Part Timin, Im Full Time Grindin (grindin)
The Nigga Wasn't Shinin, Live Nigga Blindin (blindin)
Niggas Wit Da Dimes In Da Whips That I Be Ridin (ridin)
And I Dont Pull Em Out, Until The Trunk Beat (beat)
And Ya Can See Ya Movie Sittin In The Back Seat (back Seat)
They Wild On The East (east), They Live In These Streets (street)
So Imma Keep My Piece Sittin On The Front Seat (front Seat)...

[akon]
Hey
I' M Sure You Know My Speed
Rollin' Presiddential Through Ya Hood Like G's!
Gotcha Higher Than Chris Tucker
Sittin' On My Cutlas,
System Beatin' Like A Muthafucka!

[youngbloodz]
What We Smokin? (what We Smokin?)
Dat Kush (dat Kush!)
Presidential Shit....george Bush.. (george Bush!)
How We Do It? (how We Do It?)
Like Dis (like Dis!)
Get Crunk Big Big Big Big Big......

[youngbloodz]
Drop The Beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat
Then Make It Bounce-bounce-bounce-
Bounce-bounce Like Ruble!
[akon]
Drop The Beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat
Then Make It Bounce-bounce-bounce-
Bounce-bounce Like Ruble!

Young-young-young-youngbloodz
Young-young-young-young-youngbloodz
They Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck It-fuck It
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck It's The Beat!


[thanks To Derek (civic_man_triple_x@hotmail.com) For These Lyrics]

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'

[hook]
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

[hook]

I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil'

[hook]

[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY

[Sean Paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk

[Chorus]2x

[J-Bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go U-Way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see I'm gone on that get right fluid

[Sean Paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls

[Chorus]2x

[J-Bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U-WAAYYY) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next

[Chorus]6x

feat. Backbone
Ooh ooh!
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up
Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up
Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I-P.I.M.P when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I go to the bar, get somethin' to sip on, for my folk
Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay
When them Tram boys done had a good day
Then I'ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good Times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while ya' car bein' stripped down
Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down
Ya' Escalade, man, it's sittin' on bricks now
[Chorus - Seal Paul]
Lean Low (Bitch!) To the Flo' (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know
Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'
But Can Ya' lean low? (Bitch!) To the Flo'? (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know
Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'
[Verse 2 - J-Bo]
I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whippin' the wheel
Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is
It's them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again
Poppin' bottles, cuttin' up, livin' life to the end
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So lean low, if you feelin like I'm feelin', let's go
Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'
Shawty choosin' wit' a look and I know
Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow
And just puff till you can't no mo'
We in the mix, backfacin' cuz that's just how it go
At the bar, we trippin', throwin' it up
Like kings in a castle, yeah we toastin' it up
So everybody, clap, and break it down
Cuz we the same old fools slidin' thru yo' town
So on yo' mark, get ready for this whole new era
Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Backbone]
Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
Ima hit you in the back wit' hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford
Old school at the bar buyin' bottles of Moe
We swervin' Cheverolets up and down the road
When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya' ho
Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the dro'
I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
Im puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow
Im tryin' to get outta here wit' somethin' freaky to poke
You know what it is, you seen it befo'
We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"
What the fuck you sayin'? This shit is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'
[Chorus Until Fade]

Ok, you knowimsayin, this Sean Paul like you knowimsayin, I'ma tell it
like it is right quick you know,a lot of niggaz drink Cristal
Dat's cool and everything you knowimsayin I ain't got it like
That I'm fucked up a lil bit you knowimsayin I still drink
Hennessey and Colt 45 you already know

[Verse 1]
I ball, all day 'til the money gone
Hit the trap with that and get it back on
Big body Cadillac frame with the chrome
I'm Gettin a lil mo' sucka make punk niggaz run home
I'm mashin, phone steady on roam
Still ride dirty hand placed on my chrome
Cuz I'm nervous, I'm get my Cadillac swervin'
I damn near hit buddy in that suburban
I'm selfish, and I ain't 'posed to be drivin
I'm DUI and got bro right beside me
Still mashin, no gives a damn about crashin
I'm geeked up I took a blunt up out the stash
Still rollin, no tags cuz it's stolen
I'm fucked up, out of parly and control
Slow motion, outta gas and just coastin
I'm dead drunk, fuck ............ (switchin lane to lane)

[Chorus]
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, grippin the grain switchin lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, ain't nothing changed switchin lane to lane

[Verse 2]
I'm wild, SS 'til my gas gone
Hit da club like dat and get back home
Got a couple freaks on their way on the phone
Talking bout they ready to burp and get it on
So I'm scrollin, doin' 50 just chokin'
On 85 with my nigga straight smokin'
Bout woozy, so they ain't no excuse me
Disrespectin' get yo ass in the movies
That's gangsta, I break you down to ya ankles
Jump pussy nigga watch me make you famous
You was laughin', Shoulda known you was actin'
From how you came out yo mouth bout the attic
That's tragic still sittin' in traffic
In the left lane looking for some action
What's happenin, ain't nothing what's crackin'
Nothing but these hoes lookin' for some stabbin'(Switchin Lane To Lane)

[Chorus]
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, grippin the grain switchin lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, ain't nothing changed switchin lane to lane

[Verse 3]
I'm ridin dirty, and see these hoes that disturb me
Fuck niggaz poppin' shit ain't never worth it
That's crucial, toned out is what I'm used to
In the back of the 'lac where hoes choosin'
We foolish, getting crunk off the music
On Billy D that's just how we do it
Slidin, wit my niggaz right behind me
In the streets on the go is where ya find me
Po-Po on my tail, gotta stay coo
Buckle up I'm ridin with a car full of fools
Blunts up, man I don't wanna make a move
Bad news, I done swerved on them 2
I'm scuttlin', little button I'm ridin ugly
I'm full of smoke, just finished smoking a dubby
Trippin, can't get caught out here slippin'
If they want me they gonna have to come get me (Switchin Lane To Lane)

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, grippin the grain switchin lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, ain't nothing changed switchin lane to lane

[chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, u-waayyy
That billy dee got me slizzard like, u-waayyy
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, u-waayyy
It's attic crew, let me hear you holla u-waayyy

[sean paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo billy dee, ya know i got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some billy dee, second drank hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's sean paul a.k.a. sean grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And colt 45 gon' forever get drunk

[chorus]2x

[j-bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go u-way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see i'm gone on that get right fluid

[sean paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause i ride vogues and whitewalls

[chorus]2x

[j-bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, attic crew, (u-waayyy) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' attic fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah i done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am i, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next

[chorus]6x

Hook

Now its the money, that make this here world round
And its the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And its the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you aint got shit, everything is tight
Cause its the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And its the money, thats keepin your nose full of that blow
And its the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas ll do what it takes, just to come up on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin a way to get this money, but I cant get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, cant let no time fly by
And though its the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe its the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em down for his
But homeboy still, you aint even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes aint tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
Youd better count your blessins nigga

Hook

Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans
Till when you couldnt get nothin
For that little girl that you were courtin
And done always been bout how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you aint gettin off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga aint supposed to have nuttin, thats worth a lil somethin
The reason niggas gettin chickens in and kickin in doors
Flippin jags and burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few gs
A couple of ozs, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papersll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour

Hook

Now is it me, or is it that you cant take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, aint it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin kinda shawt
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now youve lost
In this maze, tryin to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as Ive come to say
This aint no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol green, got you seein things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin squirreled for a buck out in this world

Hook

(feat. Lil' Jon)

[Intro]
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already 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 already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy

[Sean Paul]
They callin' 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 hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

[Hook: Lil' 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 call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

[Hook]

[Sean Paul]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

[J-Bo]
Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows

[HOOK]

"Like Glue"

[Intro:]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, feel dat trend now, yeah yeah
Sean-A-Paul, so mi go so then

[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got alot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!

[Verse 1:]
Well enough likkle girl dem bought they own dem got di goody goody
One ting mi haffi tell dem Dutty got di woody woody
Frontway backway Dutty K man have di shooby shooby
Virgin dem waan gimme and mi have to tooky tooky
Hot girls outta road dat seh dem see mi see mi
And a tell mi seh dem have somethin fi gimme gimme
How much a one night dem all a dream bout di jimmy jimmy
Dem a promise and a tell mi seh a fi mi fi mi
But a promise is a comfort to a fool, so cool
Well yuh dun know seh dat man haffi rule, di school
We nuh pet dem just wet dem up just like a pool
And a dignitary we haffi use up mi tool

[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got alot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!

[Verse 2:]
So how can they waan big up dem chest
But they dun know Dutty Cup we deyah rated as di best
A wouldn't they love diss this is Sean-A-Paul this
We nuh cater fi nuh guy and only girls we a request
So gimme di gal dem, yo and every minute I'm wid it
Fi get di gal dem exquisite and get dem regular visit
Just gimme di gal dem, now dem all a pressure mi cellular
Seh a mi a di dappa dem waan fi be dem big poppa
Gimme di gal dem, after di chronic we tek a drag
And I don't mean to brag everyday I got to shag
Gimme di gal dem, everytime I look inna my mind
It's only girls dat weh mi find and true mi love dem design

[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got a little of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!

[Verse 3:]
Some guy a live dem life and dem nuh really waan check it
Dem have nuh girl nuh wife nuh woman dem nah select it
Sometime mi haffi wonder if dem headset dem wreck it
Jah know dem ago bun well if dem don't waan correct it
So please, dem nuh wannabees
Dem hangout wid too much dogs and catch fleas
Dem nuh waan nuh honey, dem only waan di money
Dat's how mi know seh dem bwoy deh all a move funny
Look like dem lost, livin in di past
One ting mi haffi tell dem sorry Ma
Dem better move fast, before we get crossed
Badman nuh cater fi dem just because, mi go so then

[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got alot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!

It aint a thang in this world thats gonna knock me off my feet
As I unleash total chaos into the streets
For I observe these dirty words whispering through your mouth
So I now I take it you the big dog about the south
Oh really now, though whose to say that we wont never make it
Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it
Cause know that we gonna keep it crunk, no matter what
Now who the fuck, just al nut, its a must for you to get crushed
So dont rush to get dat change
Youd besta wake on up and take a look inside this frame
For everything aint everything when times are gettin rough
To pressure is your conscience in this game you callin bluff
Now nigga what, yeah

Oh, a lot of hatin went on doing this thang here
Folks just swore we wasnt finna put it down for the a-town
You know what Im saying? I aint gotta call no names
Cause you know who you are
You know what Im sayin
All I got to say to all of yall is...
You cant keep nobody from the attic down
Know what Im sayin, and thats on the floor

Yea, its me, remember me from back in the day
The same ol nigga you thought wouldnt get paid
Look at me now nigga, shit done changed
Aint no mo gettin wet in the rain
Hennessey and dank to kill all my pain
Sho nuff you can hear, but you cant feel me man
And its a damn shame, we go through what we do
Playa hatin while Im chillin on the avenue
Cant hold no nigga down from the attic crew
Thats for trill on the blow, straight from me to you
Better listen up now, cause aint no tellin whats next
The dem between real and the ones that flex
All in your face grinnin when you cash that check
But when they get down and dirty its like fuck dat bitch
Ass nigga, so how you figga I was wrong
Got a baby, and a crib to keep clothes on
Long time ago, way before the grind
Trouble had become a friend of mine
You off up in my head, its just a matter of time
Before I rip shit apart and let sean paul shine
Like dem folks open face off in yo grill
I aint tryin to be greedy, Im just tryin to live
Now that the picture clear, and you know what I mean
Being broke all again slick its just a dream

[sean Paul (lil Jon)]
Ya, Yeah... (yeah!) A-town Is On Again...a-town, A-town (yeah!) A-town, Yeah
Y'all Kno How We Do Round This Town... (what?!)
Youngbloodz...lil Jon... (okaaaay!)

Choke Dat Fiend (dat Fiend)... Nawha Mean (nawha Mean)
Hat Lean.. Clothes Smell Like Green... (like Green)
And Some White Tees (white Tees), And White Rees (white Briefs)
I Buy Bread, Real G's Get Cheese... (get Cheese)
Back To The Streets (what?!)
Back Wit Lil' Jon (what?!)
Back For The A-town (yeah!)
Reppin For The Slums (yeah!)
Put Yo Hood Up, Show A Nigga Where Ya From
And If They Hate That, Then Get Da Job Done...
(hey Hey Hey Hey)

What We Ridin? (what We Ridin?)
Big Wheels (big Wheels!)
Choppin Hard (choppin Hard)
Like Bill! (like Bill!)
What We Drankin? (what We Drankin?)
Dat Patron (dat Patron)
Keep The Bottle Poppin All Night Long... (night Long)
(yeah!)
What We Smokin? (what We Smokin?)
Dat Kush (dat Kush!)
Presidential Sh**.... George Bush.. (george Bush!)
How We Do It? (how We Do It?)
Like Dis (like Dis!)
Get Crunk Big Big Big Big Big......

[j-bo]
16, Imma Give It Ta Ya Raw
Take It To Ya Ass, Slap Ya Clean Cross The Jaw
Now Where Dey At? You Want Some?
See, I Don't Think Y'all Really Want None
See, I'm Back Wit A Whole New Clip
Wit A Badass Chick, On Some Brandnew Sh**
Now Put 'em Up... To The Sky... Ya Get F***ed, Get Drunk, Get High
Shake 'em Off, Ya Know What To Do
Take It To The Flo, Call Out Ya Whole Crew
Like What? Knuck If You Buck
See We Still Don't Give A Damn
And I Never Gave A F***
See I'm, Big Timin
Wrists Stay Blindin
Wit 4 Or 5 Freaks, And My Pinky Ring Shinin
I Stay Grindin, And True To The Streets
If You Ever Need To Find Me... Then You Know Where We Can Meet....

(hey Hey Hey Hey)
What We Ridin? (what We Ridin?)
Big Wheels (big Wheels!)
Choppin Hard (choppin Hard)
Like Bill! (like Bill!)
What We Drankin? (what We Drankin?)
Dat Patron (dat Patron)
Keep The Bottle Poppin All Night Long... (night Long)
(yeah!)
What We Smokin? (what We Smokin?)
Dat Kush (dat Kush!)
Presidential Sh**.... George Bush.. (george Bush!)
How We Do It? (how We Do It?)
Like Dis (like Dis!)
Get Crunk Big Big Big Big Big......

[sean Paul]
I Fill A Big Bank, And Drank Drank
Thats Why I Got A Purpe Sprite, And Y'all Ain't
I Ride Big Rims, Seein Me Is Tallest
So When Ya Step Down, Baby Gurl Don't Fall
Y'all Niggas Know The Name, They Call Me Sean Paul
And I Ain't Got No Flaws Except Breaking The Law
Niggas Call Me Dope, Cuz I'm Hard And I'm Raw
Can't Call Me Dat Fiend Wasn't Here To Make Ya Coffin
It's Always Beside Me, Watch Got Diamonds
I Ain't Part Timin, I'm Full Time Grindin
The Nigga Wasn't Shinin, Live Nigga Blindin
Niggas Wit Da Dimes In Da Whips That I Be Ridin
And I Don't Pull 'em Out, Until The Trunk Beat
And Ya Can See Ya Movie Sittin In The Back Seat
They Wild On The East, They Live In These Streets
So Imma Keep My Piece Sittin On The Front Seat...

What We Ridin? (what We Ridin?)
Big Wheels (big Wheels!)
Choppin Hard (choppin Hard)
Like Bill! (like Bill!)
What We Drankin? (what We Drankin?)
Dat Patron (dat Patron)
Keep The Bottle Poppin All Night Long... (night Long)
(yeah!)
What We Smokin? (what We Smokin?)
Dat Kush (dat Kush!)
Presidential Sh**.... George Bush.. (george Bush!)
How We Do It? (how We Do It?)
Like Dis (like Dis!)
Get Crunk Big Big Big Big Big



[thanks To Lizzie (southparkkenny12@gmail.com) For These Lyrics]
[thanks To Imbeat@thatthing.com, Pnksk8erbabe_07@yahoo.com, Nsctsm06@yahoo.com For Correcting These Lyrics]

(feat. Lil' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, Ludacris, Bone Crusher)

[intro Lil' Jon]

Youngbloodz.
Dammn!

[ludacris, Jermaine Dupri]

If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck.
(if You Already Know).

[jermaine Dupri And Lil' Jon]

[jermaine Dupri:] So So Def
[lil' Jon:] What! What! Heeyy.
[jermaine Dupri:] It's The Youngbloodz
[lil' Jon:] You Know!
[jermaine Dupri:] Uh!
[lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[jermaine Dupri:] Lil' Jon
[lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[jermaine Dupri:] Bone Crusher
[lil' Jon:] Yeah!
[jermaine Dupri:] And My Man Ludacris!
[lil' Jon:] Let's Go!!
[jermaine Dupri:] Let's Go!!.

[verse #1 Ludacris]

D-t-p, Motherfucker! Goin' Four Years Strong.
Got Plenty Haters, Really Wishin' I Ain't Last This Long.
And Please Don't Get It Twisted I Ain't Hollywood Yet
I Just Jumped In 'dat Movie To Get A Big Ass Check (that's Right).
So Fool Break Yourself, That's The Phrase That Pays,
I'm About To Open My Own Shop, Ak's And Chevrolets.
I Just Bought 20 Acres, And I'm Still In The Hood,
They Like Damn Lova-lova's Doin' Pretty Damn Good
So When It Comes To This Paper I Don't Slack To Get It (uh Huh).
They Call Me Lazy, 'cause My Cribs Gotta' 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'll Bring The Party To Me (uh Huh).
'cause I'm The Lord Of The Lord, And The King Of The Kings.
I Never Claim To Be Hard Just Down For My Team (that's Right).
Shawna,20, Chingy, Titty, And Fate, I Grab A Booty, And Pinch, And Lick The Titty, And Shake.

[verse #2 Sean P.]

Now Roll Back In 'da Street, Working, Stackin' My Bread, Saw Him In The Hood,
'cause I Got Plenty To Spread, And A Brand New Cadillac, On Some Brand New Feet,
A Brand New Breed Shinin' Like A Gold Teeth, Still Ride Wit' Ak's, Still Sweep In The Street,
But I'm A Real G, I Ain't Got No Time For Beef, I Don't Train For Nuttin' Nigga,
Imma' Part Of The Street, And Live Life Everyday, Like It's A Party To Me.

Well I'm Fo' Sho' Wit' It, If It's Money To Be Made, Well Imma' Go Get It,
Split 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 Leave The Tapes For The Supper.
Seperate The Hard Motherfucker From All The Busters (from All The Busters).
To The Grinder's In The Hustle, So I Know 'dat You Feel Me.
Put Your Hood Up In 'da Air, Represent For Your City.

[chorus Ludacris, Lil' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, And Bone Crusher]

[lil' Jon:] Yaahh!
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga! (niggaaa!)
Lil' Jon: Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
Lil' Jon: Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
Lil' Jon: Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
Lil' Jon: Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!

[verse #3 J-bo, And Jermaine Dupri]

Now Who 'da Hell Wanna' Tangle My Ankle, I'm Sittin' Off.
To 'da Party, No Party Like Crusher, We Break 'em Off.
Youngbloodz, And Ludacris In Which You Know The Names.
We Runnin' Through Your Speakers Like Big Balls Of Flame.
Livin Like Hurricanes,
We Blowin' Through Your Town, Wipin' Out Your System, And Shuttin' 'da Club Down.
'cause We Don't Give A Fuck, Already You Know The Deal.
Like Soldiers, We Walk Slow, So Listen Close, And Clear.
'cause We Don't Act Foolish, And We Send Chumps Back To School (uh Huh).
And Teach 'dem Motherfuckers, To Never Break The Rules (that's Right).
Lesson One, Some Pimps Don't Never Crack The Style.
Lesson Two, Respect They Been Doin' It For A While (c'mon).
A-town, Southbound, We Bumpin' Down Your Block.
Switch It 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 Hear 'da Flow.

[chorus Ludacris, Lil' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, And Bone Crusher]

[lil' Jon:] Yaahh!
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga (niggaaa!)
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!

[verse #4 Bone Crusher]

I Won The Strongest Competiton In '94.
For Benchin 600 Pounds, And No More.
That Equals 6 Of Your Feathered Waists Gonna' Hit 'da Floor.
So A Nigga Want A Buck, Then A Nigga Needa' Know.
I'm Serious Wit' 'dis, Pardon My French, But I'm 'dis Shit.
You About 6 Fuckin' Seconds Away From Catchin' These Bricks (hahaha).
When It's All Said, And Done, And I Ain't Done 'dis Song.
You Better Ask Fuckin' More So Ya'll Niggaz Learn.
I Cry For This Paper, Shake A Nigga Down For His Paper.
These Underacheiven' Niggaz Always Hate Ya.
So You Gotta' Keep Ya Need Lock, And Load For These Takers.
Ya'll Niggaz Harder Than My Daughter On A Seven O Clock Wake Up
Wake Up, Youngbloodz, And Bone Crusher Fuck Niggaz Discover (uh Huh).
Put 'dem Fight Strips On Ya, And Watch Ya Suffer.
'dey Call Me Noodanator, A Bitch Nigga Bluffer.
Watch Ya See Me In 'da Streets, Wit' All Ya Mean Brotherz, Ya Bitch!

[chorus Ludacris, Lil' Jon, Jermaine Dupri, And Bone Crusher]

[lil' Jon:] Yaahh!
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck!
[jermaine Dupri:] Say What, Say What
[ludacris And Bone Crusher:] If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck Nigga! (niggaaa!)
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!
[lil' Jon:] Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit!

[fades Out]


[thanks To Big_tigger05@hotmail.com For These Lyrics]
[thanks To Sorbetsugarbabe@aol.com, Importuner303@aol.com, Www.jaspen28@aol.com, Jtown74@floodcity.net For Correcting These Lyrics]

(feat. Lil Jon, Pitbull)

[intro - Pitbull]
Uhh, This Is Miami's Finest
Pitbull, This Is Miami's Finest
This Is Miami's Finest, Pitbull
This Is Miami's Finest, Got Lost In Here
Got True In Here, Got Done In Here
Got Diaz Brothers, My Dog Cubo (que Vuelta?)
Eeeeoooooo, Eeeeoooooooo, Eeeeeooooooo

[verse One - Pitbull (lil Jon)]
Uhh, This Is Miami's Finest, I'm Soon To Blow
But Like Jon Told Me "chico It's All About Timin'"
Patience Is A First, And I Been Patiently Waitin'
When I Sign, It'll Be Anticipated
Like The Lakers With Malone And Gary Payton
Pitbull Spits Fire Like I Married Saitin
Anybody Wanna Try It? Then Tez Go Ahead Dog
Confess, Get It Off Your Chest
Get Put In A Perminant Sloop
You're Gettin' In The Way Of Me And These Checks
This Is The Future, They Don't Throw Blows No More
These Boys Will Shoot Ya
And They Gats That'll Smoke You Bigger Than Whitney Houston
I'm Not Your Regular Rapper This Is Somethin' Y'all Not Used To
Yeah, I Look Like A Cracker But I'll Crack Ya Man It's Crucial
So Y'all Better Think Twice Next Time, That's If There Is A Next Time
I Wish They Would Try To Take Mine
I'll Take Em' Out The Game With A Tech-nine
It's That Chico Pitbull
And If Y'all Don't Give A Damn We Don't Give A Fuck
Throw Em' Up Fool! (yeaah!)

[hook - Lil Jon]
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
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 Shiit!

[verse Two - Sean Paul (lil Jon)]
They Callin' Me, To Come Back To The Streets, Sean P. A.k.a A Sharp Crease
Said It Was Necessary, These Sucka' Niggaz Out Here Very Scary
They Come From The Hole They Livin' In The Month Of February
Ok Then, Put A Sissy Nigga On Display Then
Kick In Ya Door And Have My Folk Dem' Bring Dem K's In
I'm Still Attic A-double-t-i-c
It Ain't A Hoe Out There Fo' Real, Who Don't Know 'bout Me
Bitch I'm Fo Sho Wit It, Don't Make Me Pop That Trunk To The 'lac
Bitch I Will Go Get It, And I Ain't Selfish I Will Let You And Your Hoe Feel It
Won't Catch Me Sippin' On No Cris And Got A Cold Billy
It's Youngbloodz A-town Malt Liquor Sippin', Comin' Straight From The Gutter
Toe-tag A Motherfucker, Leave 'em Under A Cova'
Lil Jon He Drop The Beat That Make Ya Bounce Like Rubber
Sean Paul He Tote The Heat To Make Ya Mug Then Slug Ya (yeaah!)

[hook - Lil Jon]
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
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 Shiit!

[verse Three - J-bo (lil Jon)]
I Post Up Get To It, Drink Hand In Hand
They Call Me Mr. Herringbone Cuz' That's My Right Hand Man
Old School Straight Foolish Like No Other Indeed
With Lil Jon It's Youngbloodz, They Crunk As Can Be
Attic Crew 105 That's If You Lookin' To Rumble
Cock Back Bust Aim Now I Done Got Yo' Number
In The Club You Gone Feel It When It Drop This Summer
Like Rain We Gone Pour And Hit You Hard Like Thunder
Cuz' In The Dirty We Them Boys That Drank You Under The Table
Where Them Niggaz Pimp Hoes In Fly Suits And Gators
In My Chevy So Super I'm The One To Call
Just Dial 1-800-430-slash-alchohol
And Dog I'm Not The One That You Really Just Wanna Clown
I'm Cool In My Way, But Shit Still I Shut 'em Down
And Piss On Them Haters J-bo He Cuts A Fool
In The Cut 'bout Slizzard Somewhere That's How We Do (yeaah!)

[hook - Lil Jon]
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
If You Don't Give A Damn, We Don't Give A Fuck (hey)
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 Shiit!
(hey!)

Yeah

Hook

Early morning to late night, hey!!!
Gonna give it to ya, just like you like, hey!!!
Lettin the world know just what it be, hey!!!
Look, shawty an dem lay you down with hot heat! hey!!!
Forever grind on this here concrete, hey!!!
You can quote every word that I speak, hey!!!
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, hey!!!
And spit this slang like an automatic piece! hey!!!

I hear em hollerin, tell me what do he wanna do
We finna act a fool, youngblood, dat attic crew
We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
Caught em slipping on that corner, lil shawty draw down
Swats, mean mugs and thugs
The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
Hear what I say, dont play no games, its automatic hit ya
They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit cha
Jump out four doors, let me get that there
Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
Lil shawty shake some, lil shawty take some
Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
Gotta get em, split em, let this hot heat penetrate em
My lil buddies drop em on the spot, no hesitation
Better know bout that, we leave em stuck like four flat
Gear it up, you seen this here before black

Hook

You on your last and only way of ever living
And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin
Gettin fold, now whether you know, see you s.o.s
Put an s on your chest, see it aint nothin less, unless you confess
And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed
Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
We wont fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause
In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya
Comin dead off to you fucking raw, like underdogs
See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
Count to ten, now this shit is bout to end
So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick
Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin on that other shit

Hook

Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang
Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man
Here, its an ugly thang, Im back on these streets again
Own the strength (strem-ph), Im known to limp
Everything is against da grain
Cant you tell, a-t-l, sack it up, make it sale
Fat sacs keep em coming back, now they shop with pelle pelle
Big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell
Terroristic threats, shawty tell em that this here ? death or trill?
Aint no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes
Chill the mo, ? ? , billy dee dranking, everyday living fine
Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they dont fuck with mine
Hit em hard, one hit caught, the other two times cant fuck with mine

Hook

[J-Bo]
And not once but twice am I back on line
Remarkably delivering these words of mine
And when I come forth I come with such a force
You believe that it's been nice since the last time you felt the need
And that's to get loose and let you soul be free
Cause when we step out in this vision you gon' surely see
And ain't no way in hell we gon' let that ride
While you huggin' on the wall bein' cool denied
Now it done jumped off in the blind of an eye
And everybody's off the hook feelin' good and high
Cause it's the last call for alcohol so just jook and drink
and have a ball cause' we gon' party long until the wee hours
And will it ever end I truly don't doubt it
Youngbloodz is the truth you seen now go shout it
And come back tomorrow and watch the world crowd it
[Chorus]
My drankin' patna, my ace, my dawg, know who I'm gon' call
My drankin' patna, my ace boon coon, when it's time to cut the fool
My drankin' patna, my buddy, by cuzz, loud when he get 'em a buzz
My drankin' patna, my nigga, my folk, gotta drink and he got to smoke, my drankin patna
[Sean Paul]
You know I'm a come in a blunt of 'dro and a corner of hen'
My drankin patna get to it 'fore the day begin
Spillin' hen' all up in the Benz
I'm try'na get to my patna so he can sip some wit' me
We get drunk, bein' tipsy for sissies
Just might get locked up
Cause I can't stop the swervin' have these rims keep hittin' the curves
And just me and my roll dawg always go half
when he got it man he won't crash
my mo'fuckin' patna
hit the trap, cut it, roll it, and smoke it and still got some to put in the glass
my nigga just ought a
fill up