"Damn!"(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]
    [ Thanks Ju for correction ]