Tear it up, tear it up, Tear it up, tear it up, it up, tear it up, yo Here we go now, we go
So don't me tear 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 to shake things up But I got my on my gun
I beat the pussy up Ying-Yang Put it right through like Ching-Chang, you know I her shit bang You know I give a motherfuck about your first name I wanna lock that ass a motherfucking chain gang
Tear it up, up and throw it up And tear up the floor like you don't give a I know you got heels on, I what y'all feel on caught us riding dirtier than their bumping Camillion
I got a bounty on my head just for 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 a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your on a leash I got her feinin', the crowd's screamin' it like a what? Fuck you HU crew We give a fuck, what? What?
So don't make me it up You know I don't give a And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
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
Shake it like a Fuck you Shake it a what? Fuck you Shake it like a Fuck you Shake it a what? Fuck you
No, I ain't a gangsta, don't pack a Motherfuckers keep runnin' mouth, motherfuckers a fistful Guided like a missile from two of Jack I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny 3, Johnny what Johnny needs Johnny weed, still Johnny don't see anything Johnny buys drink, winks and Johnny thinks Johnny dance floor like roller rink
up down, down in the H-tag, get down To the that's bound, to make the motherfucking crowd loud Wanna see you move, yeah, to the music Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze you puke it
See bitch, grab ass, get to the mat Slap back, get out the back Watch your back through the backdoor, to the dance floor Gotta gotta get my, gotta, gotta get
So make me tear it up You know I don't give a And I ain't here to things up But I got my on my gun
So make me tear it up You I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
Hell yeah, motherfucker, it up Turn it up, focus 3, fuck you Peters you, Mike Reneau, gangstas up in this bitch You gotta it down, fuck, yeah