Tear it up, tear it up (yeah)
Tear it up, tear it up (yeah)
Tear it up, tear it up (yeah)
Here we go now, here we go
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
I beat the pussy up like ying-yang
Put it right there like Ching-Chang
You know I make our shit bang
You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name
I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck
I know you got heels on, I know what y'all feeling
They caught us riding dirty and they're bumping Chameleon
I got a bounty on my head just for repping Undead
Because I'm freaking on your sister and I'm grabbing her friend, and
What the fuck you think?
I'm trying to make them sweat like a motherfucking track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her fiending and the whole crowd's screaming
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you, HU crew!
We don't give a fuck, what? What?
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
Shake it like a what? (Fuck you!)
Shake it like a what? (Fuck you!)Shake it like a what?
(Fuck you! Undead!)
Shake it like a what? Fuck you!
No, I ain't a gangster, don't pack a pistol
Motherfuckers keep running mouth, motherfuckers catch a fistful
Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack
That I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny 3, Johnny sees what Johnny needs
Johnny breathes weed, still Johnny don't see anything
Johnny buys drink, Johnny winks and Johnny thinks
Johnny circles dance floor like roller rink
Jump up, down; down in the H-Town, get down
(Motherfucking H-Town)
To the sound that's bound to make the motherfucking crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze till you puke it
See bitch, grab ass, get smacked to the mat
(Bitch!)
Get up, slap back, get thrown out the back
But you're back through the backdoor, back to the dance floor
Gotta, gotta get mine; gotta, gotta get more
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
Hell yeah, motherfucker, turn it up!
Turn it up, Focus Three
Fuck you, Jeff Peters
Fuck you, Mike Renault
Many gangsters up in this bitch
You gotta ride to die
Fuck yeah!
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