"Damn" - Youngbloodz
This poem is for the bruised and battered b*tch that decided to mess with the wrong sisters.
The New Kid on the Block by Jack Prelutsky
There's a new kid on the block,
and boy, that kid is tough,
that new kid punches hard,
that new kid plays real rough,
that new kid's big and strong,
with muscles everywhere,
that new kid tweaked my arm,
that new kid pulled my hair.
That new kid likes to fight,
and picks on all the guys,
that new kid scares me some,
(that new kid's twice my size),
that new kid stomped my toes,
that new kid swiped my ball,
that new kid's really bad,
I don't care for HER at all.
And this song is for us. No need to write about it...You could just watch what happened on this busy, late 4th of July night at the Rose Bowl on You Tube very soon. And hey, if you can't wait for the paparazzi with their phone cameras guess you can always ask me directly. I love telling animated stories and trust, I'm much more animated indeed.
Lyrics:
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 h@es)
It's A-Town (east side for dem h@es), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka n*gg@z out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy n*gg@ 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
B*tch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
B*tch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your h@e 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 motherf@$ker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
C@$k 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 n*gg@z pimp h@es 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 sh*t 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
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
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 n*gg@ you ain't h@e with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy sh*t
Mean muggin' like a motherf@$ker my hand on my d*@k
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 look here don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a n*gg@ 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
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/youngbloodz/damn.html
http://straightfromthea.com/2009/05/08/the-a-pod-flashback-youngbloodz-remixes/
http://julikay.tripod.com/juliespoetry/id19.html
This poem is for the bruised and battered b*tch that decided to mess with the wrong sisters. The New Kid on the Block by Jack Prelutsky
There's a new kid on the block,
and boy, that kid is tough,
that new kid punches hard,
that new kid plays real rough,
that new kid's big and strong,
with muscles everywhere,
that new kid tweaked my arm,
that new kid pulled my hair.
That new kid likes to fight,
and picks on all the guys,
that new kid scares me some,
(that new kid's twice my size),
that new kid stomped my toes,
that new kid swiped my ball,
that new kid's really bad,
I don't care for HER at all.
And this song is for us. No need to write about it...You could just watch what happened on this busy, late 4th of July night at the Rose Bowl on You Tube very soon. And hey, if you can't wait for the paparazzi with their phone cameras guess you can always ask me directly. I love telling animated stories and trust, I'm much more animated indeed.
Lyrics:
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 h@es)
It's A-Town (east side for dem h@es), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka n*gg@z out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy n*gg@ 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
B*tch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
B*tch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your h@e 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 motherf@$ker, 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@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
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
C@$k back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem n*gg@z pimp h@es in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but sh*t still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a n*gg@ you ain't h@e with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy sh*t
Mean muggin' like a motherf@$ker my hand on my d*@k
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 look here don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a n*gg@ 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
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a f@#k
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/youngbloodz/damn.html
http://straightfromthea.com/2009/05/08/the-a-pod-flashback-youngbloodz-remixes/
http://julikay.tripod.com/juliespoetry/id19.html
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