Against Da Grain lyrics

YOUNGBLOODZ!!! ...

[Dana Lewis + (scratching)]
"Get 'em off" "Sean Paul"
"Get 'em off" "J-Bo"
Youngbloodz... "Get 'em off" "Youngbloodz"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz"
[Sean Paul]
Now do you got what it take?
Do you know how it feel to be a Youngblood?

U(Wodie, Shawty, Shawty, Wodie) [X4]

Now this one there that for them country folk
Them heavy Chevy ridin' players with them hundred spokes
And when I holla shawty shawt I know ya hear me, hoe
And since you hard like blow, now tell me what you in for
You and your partner ride a Benz, but your endz low
You shake it, we take it, that's how we get it on the blow

It ain't a thang in this world thats gonna knock me off my feet
As I unleash total chaos into the streets
For I observe these dirty words whispering' through your mouth
So I now I take it you the big dog about the south
Oh really now, though whose to say that we won't never make it
Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it

[hook]

You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka-ass self) [x4]
[Sean Paul]
When I hit the GC, my money buckled ??
These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free
Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close

[hook]
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88', with that Georgia license plate
These niggas don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me

[hook]

6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as hell
It ain't no mo' going to jail
Cuz' my folk ain't got no mo' bail
Cuz' first it's me, and then it's you
I say first it's me, and then it's you
[J-Bo]
Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a fuck

[Sean Paul]
Sean Paul, gotta get 'em drunk
Gotta shakem' off in the club, get it crunk
Give you what you want, shawty got what ya need
Set dat thang out, get down on ya knees
Ya know I'm kinda picky, like my girls tricky
Tricky kinda greasy, gotta be freaky
Sho' nuff, know to blow, that's how thangs go
Charge it to da game, ya know I gotta lay low
So tell me how ya know everything gravy

Yeah, Attic Crew, Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga
Yeah, Youngbloodz, Youngbloodz and Cooley C my nigga
Um, Mark Twayne
Now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me
Oh I can get mo money, mo money, don't come to me
And everything I say that be on the blow
Rap for the love of money, stack it up once mo'

[Chorus 2x]
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY
[Sean Paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk

(feat. Backbone, Bone Crusher)

Yeah

[hook]

Early morning to late night, HEY!!!
Gonna give it to ya', just like you like, HEY!!!
Lettin' the world know just what it be, HEY!!!
Look, shawty an' dem' lay you down with hot heat! HEY!!!
Forever grind on this here concrete, HEY!!!
You can quote every word that I speak, HEY!!!
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, HEY!!!

(feat. Big Boi (OutKast))

[Big Boi]
Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?
A-Town connection right heah
You got Youngbloodz, uhh
featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis.. check it out
[Chorus: repeat 2X (sung)]

I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty
Be patient cause I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy

It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying
Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule
For real
It's like shake, rattle, roll
It all started 105 Creel Road
And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors
So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip
These niggas pull them thangs
And they can't know worth a flip
But whos to blame, time done changed

[hook]

Now it's the money, that make this here world round'
And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow

(feat. Leroo Wilyams)

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...
I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows