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Jonathan Smith (born January 27, 1971), better known by his stage name Lil Jon, is an American rapper, record producer, entrepreneur, and international DJ who was a member of the group Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Lil Jon formed the group in 1997, and the group released several albums between then and 2004. He then went solo and released a new album in 2010 called Crunk Rock. more »

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Ok, yeah, ok, ok (yeah, yeah)
Ok, ok, ok, this Sean Paul (yeah)
Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz (yeah, yeah)
You already know how we do it homeboy (what? What?)
It's A-Town (105 Road) (okay, what? What?)
Yeah, it's A-Town (Eastside for dem hoes) 
Attic Crew you already know (okay, what? What?)
Lil John, Eastside Boyz (yeah)
And yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy (let's go)

They callin' me
To come back to the streets, Sean P.
A.K.A A Sharp Crease, said it was necessary
These sucka niggas 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 yo' 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 ho 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

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)

I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause 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 and bust aim now I done got yo' number
In the club you gon' feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gon' pour and hit you hard like thunder
'Cause in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggas 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 want to 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 (yeah)

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like re-up, I'm all TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh, you fo' sho with it
Oh, pull yo' pistol, show a nigga you ain't ho with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' like a motherfucker with my hand on my dick (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

'Cause off the rip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nothin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off, so look partner, oh, guess who? (Who)
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way, so look here, 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 through the South to show you how we throw dem bows (yeah)

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey) (yeah)

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f*ck (hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)

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