Tear it up, it up, yeah Tear it up, tear it up, Tear it up, it up, yo we go now, here we go
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
So don't 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 beat the up like Ying-Yang Put it right through like Ching-Chang, you know I make her bang You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first I wanna that ass like a motherfucking chain gang
Tear it up, stand up and it up And tear up the floor you don't give a fuck I know you got heels on, I know y'all feel on They caught us riding dirtier than bumping Camillion
I got a on my head just for reppin' undead Because I'm freakin' on your sister and I'm her friend And what the fuck you I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track
J-D-O-G, I got girls on a leash I got her feinin', the crowd's screamin' it like a what? Fuck you HU crew We don't give a fuck, What?
So make me tear it up You know I give a fuck 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 give a fuck And I ain't here to things up But I got my on my gun
Shake it a what? Fuck you Shake it like a what? you Shake it like a what? you it like a what? Fuck you
No, I ain't a gangsta, don't a pistol Motherfuckers keep runnin' mouth, catch a fistful Guided like a missile from two bottles of I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny 3, Johnny sees Johnny needs breathes weed, still Johnny don't see anything 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 loud 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 through the backdoor, back to the dance floor Gotta get my, gotta, gotta get more
So don't make me it up You I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
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
Hell yeah, motherfucker, it up Turn it up, 3, fuck you Jeff Peters Fuck you, Reneau, gangstas up in this bitch You write it down, fuck, yeah