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 give a fuck And I ain't 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 here to shake things up But I got my on my gun
I beat the up like Ying-Yang Put it right through like Ching-Chang, you I make her shit bang You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking gang
it up, stand up and throw it up And tear up the floor like you don't a fuck I know you got on, I know what y'all feel on caught us riding dirtier than their bumping Camillion
I got a on my head just for reppin' undead I'm freakin' on your 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 your on a leash I got her feinin', the crowd's screamin' Shake it a what? Fuck you HU crew We don't give a fuck, 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 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 like a Fuck you it like a what? Fuck you Shake it a what? Fuck you
No, I ain't a gangsta, pack a pistol Motherfuckers runnin' mouth, motherfuckers catch a fistful Guided like a missile from two of Jack That I drank in the of an '88 Cadillac
Johnny 3, Johnny sees what Johnny needs Johnny breathes weed, Johnny don't see anything Johnny buys drink, Johnny winks and thinks Johnny circles dance floor like rink
Jump up down, down in the H-tag, get To the sound 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 back through the backdoor, back to the dance floor Gotta get my, gotta, gotta get more
So don't make me 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 don't a fuck And I ain't here to things up But I got my on my gun
Hell yeah, motherfucker, it up it up, focus 3, fuck you Jeff Peters Fuck you, Mike Reneau, gangstas up in this You write it down, fuck, yeah