Tear it up, tear it up, yeah
Tear it up, tear it up, yeah
Tear it up, tear it up, yo
Here we go now, here we go So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ***
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 ***
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 through like Ching-Chang, you know I make her *** bang
You know I don't give a mother*** about your first name
I wanna lock that ass like a mother***ing chain gang Tear 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 feel on
They caught us riding dirtier than their bumping Camillion I got a bounty on my head just for reppin' undead
Because I'm freakin' on your sister and I'm ramming her friend
And what the *** you think?
I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a mother***in' track meet J-D-O-G, I got your girls on a leash
I got her feinin', the whole crowd's screamin'
Shake it like a what? *** you HU crew
We don't give a ***, what? What? So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ***
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 ***
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun Shake it like a what? *** you
Shake it like a what? *** you
Shake it like a what? *** you
Shake it like a what? *** you No, I ain't a gangsta, don't pack a pistol
Mother***ers keep runnin' mouth, mother***ers 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-tag, get down
To the sound that's bound, to make the mother***ing crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze 'til you puke it See bitch, *** ass, get smacked to the mat
Slap back, get thrown out the back
Watch your back through the backdoor, back to the dance floor
Gotta gotta get my, gotta, gotta get more So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ***
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 ***
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun Hell yeah, mother***er, turn it up
Turn it up, focus 3, *** you Jeff Peters
*** you, Mike Reneau, gangstas up in this bitch
You gotta write it down, ***, yeah
