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