Tear it up, it up, yeah Tear it up, it up, yeah Tear it up, it up, yo we go now, here we go
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
So don't 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 up like Ying-Yang Put it right through Ching-Chang, you know I make her shit bang You know I don't give a about your first name I wanna lock that ass a motherfucking chain gang
it up, stand up and throw it up And tear up the floor like you don't give a I know you got heels on, I know what y'all on They caught us riding dirtier than their bumping
I got a on my head just for reppin' undead Because I'm freakin' on sister and I'm ramming her friend And the fuck 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 crowd's Shake it a what? Fuck you HU crew We give a fuck, what? What?
So don't me tear it up You know I give a fuck 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 give a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
Shake it like a what? you Shake it a what? Fuck you Shake it like a what? you Shake it like a Fuck you
No, I ain't a gangsta, don't a pistol Motherfuckers runnin' mouth, motherfuckers catch a fistful Guided like a from two bottles of Jack That I in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny 3, Johnny sees Johnny needs Johnny breathes weed, still don't see anything buys drink, Johnny winks and Johnny thinks Johnny dance floor like roller rink
Jump up down, down in the H-tag, get To the that's bound, to make the motherfucking crowd loud Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the see you booze, yeah, booze 'til 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 get my, gotta, gotta get more
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 make 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
yeah, motherfucker, turn it up Turn it up, focus 3, you Jeff Peters you, Mike Reneau, gangstas up in this bitch You gotta write it down, fuck,