Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Sean Paul, Lil Jon, J-Bow, Youngblood, you already know how we do it home, bruh And we'll, it's A-Town, 105, bro, we'll, it's A-Town, Eastside, and the crew, you already know, we'll Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz, and your boy Sean Paul don't play like this here, bruh They called on me, then come back to the street with Sean P. A.K.A. a shark, we said it was necessary These suckas out here very scary They cuffing, they living in the month of February Okay, then, put a sister on display, then Kick in your door and have my folk done bring them K's in I'm still at it, A-T-T-T-I-C It ain't no *** up for real Who don't know about me, but I'm for sure with it Don't make me pop that trunk to the left, I would go get it And I ain't selfish, I would let you and your foe feel it Won't catch me sippin' on no Chris and got a cold billy It's Jean-Claude's A-Town, my old liquor sippin' Coming straight from the gutter Toe tag a motherfucker, leave him under a cover Lil Jon, he drop the beat to make it bounce like rubber Sean Paul told the heat to make it muggy and sluggy If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up Don't start no stuff, won't be no stuff Don't start no stuff, won't be no stuff Don't start no stuff, won't be no stuff Don't start no stuff, won't be no stuff 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 Jon and his young bloods, dead crockers can be At it, crew 105, that's if you look in the rumble Clock back, bus ain't now, I done got your 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 been more than drank you under the table Where the pimps and 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 him down Them haters, J-Bo, he cuts a fool In a cut, bout, scissor somewhere, that's how we do If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up If you don't give a damn, don't throw it up Don't start no stuff, won't be no stop Out of time, hard heads get Swiss cheese'd up And you gon' need more decisions to patch that leak up Chunk like Rio, I'm out TB, dawg With a plush leather clutch, steady grippin' the butt Oh, you can show with it, or pull your pills to show it You ain't with it, and I ain't selfish I would let you and your foe feel it Talkin' big, but I *** me Buggin' like a motherfucker with my hand on my dick Cause off the grip, we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nothin' new We started off with Shake-A-Mox, so what, partner? Oh, guess who? It's them boys from that bottom who took you down 85 And hit you with that U.S., so look here, don't be surprised We buckin', blowin', killin', and sippin' on somethin' good I'm peepin' out the scenery, wishin' the niggas would In case it just might pop, I'm all ready to lock and load To take you through the South to show you how we throw them bones If you don't give a damn, gon' throw it up If you don't give a damn, gon' throw it up If you don't give a damn, gon' throw it up If you don't give a damn, gon' throw it up Don't start no stuff, won't be no stuff