Tear it up, it up, yeah Tear it up, tear it up, Tear it up, it up, yo Here we go now, we go
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
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
I the pussy 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 your first name I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain
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 dirtier than their bumping Camillion
I got a bounty on my head just for reppin' Because I'm freakin' on your sister and I'm her friend And the fuck you think? I'm tryin' to make 'em like a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got girls on a leash I got her feinin', the crowd's screamin' Shake it like a what? Fuck you HU We give a fuck, what? What?
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
So don't 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
it like a what? Fuck you Shake it like a Fuck 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, motherfuckers catch a Guided a missile from two bottles of Jack That I in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny 3, Johnny what Johnny needs Johnny breathes weed, still Johnny see anything Johnny buys drink, Johnny and Johnny thinks Johnny circles dance like roller rink
Jump up down, down in the H-tag, get To the sound that's bound, to make the crowd loud see you move, yeah, move to the music Wanna see you booze, yeah, 'til you puke it
See bitch, ass, get smacked to the mat back, get thrown out the back Watch back through the backdoor, back to the dance floor Gotta gotta get my, gotta, get more
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
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
yeah, motherfucker, turn it up Turn it up, 3, fuck you Jeff Peters Fuck you, Mike Reneau, up in this bitch You gotta it down, fuck, yeah