Tear it up, it up, yeah it up, tear it up, yeah Tear it up, it up, yo Here we go now, we go
So don't make me it up You know I don't a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
So make me tear it up You know I don't a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
I the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right through like Ching-Chang, you know I make her shit You know I don't give a about your first name I wanna lock that ass like a chain gang
it up, stand up and throw it up And tear up the floor like you give a fuck I know you got heels on, I know y'all feel on They caught us riding dirtier than their Camillion
I got a bounty on my just for reppin' undead Because I'm on your sister and I'm ramming her friend And the fuck you think? I'm tryin' to 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got girls on a leash I got her feinin', the whole crowd's Shake it like a Fuck you HU crew We give a fuck, what? What?
So don't me tear it up You know I don't a fuck And I ain't to shake things up But I got my on my gun
So don't make me it up You I don't give a fuck And I ain't to shake things up But I got my on my gun
Shake it like a what? you Shake it like a Fuck you Shake it like a what? you Shake it like a what? you
No, I ain't a gangsta, don't pack a Motherfuckers keep runnin' mouth, motherfuckers catch a Guided like a missile from two bottles of That I in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's 3, Johnny sees what Johnny needs breathes weed, still Johnny don't see anything Johnny buys drink, Johnny winks and Johnny Johnny circles dance like roller rink
Jump up down, in the H-tag, get down To the sound that's bound, to make the motherfucking loud Wanna see you move, yeah, to the music see you booze, yeah, booze 'til you puke it
See bitch, grab ass, get to the mat Slap back, get thrown out the Watch back through the backdoor, back to the dance floor Gotta gotta get my, gotta, gotta get
So don't me tear it up You know I don't give a And I ain't to shake things up But I got my on my gun
So don't me tear it up You know I don't a fuck And I here to shake things up But I got my on my gun
yeah, motherfucker, turn it up Turn it up, 3, fuck you Jeff Peters Fuck you, Mike Reneau, gangstas up in this You write it down, fuck, yeah