Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
(Lil' Jon)
(Pitbull)
D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
(Lil' Jon)
(Pitbull)
D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit manWhen you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)(What? Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
Y'all really can't fuck with usI'ma kill 'em in the club with this one
I'ma tear the club the fuck up
I'ma have 'em goin' to war over this one
Partna, just listenIf you don't want those things to click-clack
Take a few steps back
Because I'm playin' fo' keeps, go ahead keep playin' with me
And watch how I hit 'em in the head once againFor those who didn't believe in the kid
Y'all might as well be dead
Because what y'all thought couldn't be done, I did
I'm like Ray Charles dawg, I don't see none of y'allI'm blind to the fact that half of y'all rap, and I'm outrunnin' y'all
When I hit 'em from the back
I got them mami's saying dammit man
When I put it in they mouthI got them mami's saying duh-huh-huh-muhh
(Time out)
When I hit 'em from the back
I got them mami's saying dammit man
When I put it in they mouthI got them mami's saying, duh-huh-huh-muhh
Put that up dammit
But me and you both know that these niggaz ain't ready
They're just too petty, I'm just too deadlyWhen you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)Pitbull's that underrated, underdog, killin' the underground
But that's just an understatement
It's hard to understand why I'm still underpaid
Just look in my blue eyes and see the hunger and pain, dammit manBut I don't plan it man, because I do what I wanna do
Move what I wanna move
Y'all gonna see what I mean when I live out my dreams
I'ma tell you like biggie told me, cash rules everything around meI could give a fuck about what you say about me
'Cause when those things get pulled out and squeezed
They'll spray about three
Hit 'em up, wet 'em up, get 'em up, give it up, that's how it goesPit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up, but I'm a pro
(Time out)
Hit 'em up, wet 'em up, get 'em up, give it up, that's how it goes
Pit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up, but I'm a pro'
So all ya'll amateur ass niggaz do-don't try to sit home
Pit's co-co-comin', runnin' gunnin' fo-fo that throneWhen you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man
(Dammit man)(What? Fuck with us, what?)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what?)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what?)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what?)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
Y'all really can't fuck with us
Songwriters
Baker, Derrick L / Scheffer, James Gregery / Johnson, Cornellius Lavon / Perez, ArmandoPublished by
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