Dammit Man Remix

Da the da, dammit man

Da the da, dammit man

Da the da, dammit man

Da the da, dammit man

Da the da, dammit man

Da the da, dammit man

Da the da, dammit man

Da the da, dammit man

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

Y'all can't mess with us

Y'all can't play with us

Y'all can't mess with us

Y'all can't play with us

This like mother nature

I really don't give a fuck

We can do it in the club

We can do it outside

We can do it right now what

Little buddie easie up

Please don't cross me like Jesus

I ain't got nothing to prove

As a matter fact I done proved

Everybody wrong yes sir

Only chico in the south yes sir

That's putting it down yes sir

That would be me P.I.T. yes sir

Its all supply and demand

Me I supply the demand

I understand that y'all wanna be me

'Cause I am the man

Mommie threw me on my back

And I was like I was like, dammit man

Then she jump on my mouth

And I was like I was like hum, hum, hum, hum

One mo-gin

Mommie threw me on my back

And I was like I was like, dammit man

Then she jump on my mouth

And I was like I was like hum, hum, hum, hum

Dam Jimmie I wish you were here now

Rest in peace to that chico name Screw

Thanks for believing in me this ones for you

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

When you see them boys 'round ya way

Holla dammit man

Y'all can't mess with us

Y'all can't play with us

Y'all can't mess with us

Y'all can't play with us

Yep, yep

When I pull up they like, dammit man

In that black Phantum man

'Cause they can't stand it man

Chain 200 grand

Watch with matchin' band

I'm rockin' 3 clovas

(Why?)

I'm from clova land

I'm drinkin' Grey Goose

You drinkin' Redbull

I hang with Zero

I roll with Pitbull

28 we tip on

Candy paint we drip wet

I be in New York

With Killa Cam and Dip Set

I'm packin2 bangers

The other rapper ain't gangsta

(Why?)

You had to say my name

And you still ain't famous

(Damn)

Clover G's don't take no shit

We bake them bitches to come up

Keep runnin' you lip my gun

On my hip so don't run up

Creepin' on a come up

With million dollar shoe deal

Old cars with new wheels

Yellow rocks in blue steal

You know Lil Flip got skills

You know Lil Flip got mills

You can ask B.E.T how the fuck I live

They know I'm rich as fuck

So nuck if you buck

'Cause down in Houston Texas

We jammit screwed up

We riddin' 84's and we also poppin' trunk