Dammit Man (Remix) [feat. Lil' Flip]

Dammit man
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 fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck 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 down 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 fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck 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 fuck with Zero
I fuck with Pitbull

28 we tip on
Candy paint we drip wet
I be in New York
With Killa Cam and Dip Set

I'm packin two bangers
That 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

I'm 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
And 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

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 fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us (y'all really can't fuck with us)