[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 )
It's A-Town (east side for dem ), 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 out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February

OK then put a sissy 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
(*##$ I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
(*##$ 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, 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


[Chorus: Lil' Jon]
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a $#&@
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a $#&@

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a $#&@
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a $#&@
Don't start no %#@!, it won't be no %#@!

Don't start no %#@!, it won't be no %#@!
Don't start no %#@!, it won't be no %#@!
Don't start no %#@!, it won't be no %#@!


[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
@@#! 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 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 %#@! 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

[Chorus]


[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 you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it

Talkin' big boy
Me muggin' like a my hand on my


[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 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


[Chorus]