Lyrics:

[TALKIN (Sean Paul lil' john)]

[Sean Paul]
They callin' me to came back to tha streets
who, Sean b A.K.A or a sharp crease said it was necessary
these sucka nigga out here very scary
they cuffin hole they livin' in tha month of February
ok den put a sense a nigga on display den
kick in ya door and have my folks to bring them K's in
I'm still added A double T.I.C
it ain't no hoe out there foreal who don't know bout me
bitch I'm foshow wit it
don't make me pop that trunk to tha lack bitch I will go get it
and I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it
wont catch me sippin' on no cris and got a cold belly
its Youngbloodz A-TOWN malt liqua sippin
comin' straight from tha gutta
toe taggin a mutha fucka leave him unda a cova
lil john he drop them beats and make them bounce like rubba
Sean Paul he toat tha heat that will make u mug then slugga

[Chorus]
if you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck
[Repeat 4x]
don't start no shit it won't be no shit [x4]
[Repeat 4x]

[John B]
I post up get to it drank hand and hand
they call me mister harin bone cuz that's my right hand man
old school straight foolish like no otha indeed
wit lil john its Youngbloodz get crunk as can be
added crew 105 thats if u lookin to rumble
cock back and bust ay now I done got yo numba
in tha club u gone feel it when it drop this summa
like rain we gone pour and hit u hard like thunda
cuz in tha dirty we them bois that drank you unda a table
where them niggaz pimp hoes fly suits and gatas
in my Chevy so supa I'm tha one to call
jus dial 1-800-400acohol
and dog I'm not tha one you jus wanna clown
I'm coo in my way but shit still I shut em