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OK, OK, OKThis Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, YoungbloodzYou already know how we do it homeboyIt's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already knowLil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy[Sean Paul]They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp CreaseSaid it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scaryThey come from the hole they livin' in the month of FebruaryOK then put a sissy nigga on display thenKick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's inI'm still Attic A-double T-I-seeIt ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout meBitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'LacBitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel itWon't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billyIt's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutterToe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a coverLil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubberSean 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 fuckIf you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuckLetras de cancionesIf you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuckIf you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuckDon't start no shit, it won't be no shitDon't start no shit, it won't be no shitDon't start no shit, it won't be no shitDon't start no shit, it won't be no shit[J-Bo]I post up get to it, drink hand in handThey call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my right hand manOld school straight foolish like no other indeedWith Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can beAttic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumbleCock back bust aim now I done got yo numberIn the club you gone feel it when it drop this summerLike rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder'cause in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the tableWhere dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gatorsIn my Chevy so super I'm the one to callJust dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOLAnd dawg I'm not the one that you really just want to clownI'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em downAnd piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a foolIn the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do[Chorus][Sean Paul]Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed upAnd you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak upChump like me up my mouth TB'd upWith the plush leather guts steady grippin' the buttOh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistolShow a nigga you ain't hoe with itAnd I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel itTalkin' big boy shitMe muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick[J-Bo]'cause at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' newWe started off with Shake Em Off so look up now oh guess whoIt's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85And hit you with that you-Way so don't be surprisedWe buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something goodI'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga wouldIn case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and loadTo take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows[Chorus] From Letras Mania