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 f**
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 f**
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
I beat the p**y up like ying-yang
Put it right there like Ching-Chang
You know I make our sh** bang
You know I don't give a motherf** about your first name
I wanna lock that a** like a motherf**ing chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a f**
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 f** you think?
I'm trying to make them sweat like a motherf**ing 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?
f** you, HU crew!
We don't give a f**, what? What?
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a f**
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 f**
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
Shake it like a what? (f** you!)
Shake it like a what? (f** you!)Shake it like a what?
(f** you! Undead!)
Shake it like a what? f** you!
No, I ain't a gangster, don't pack a pistol
Motherf**ers keep running mouth, motherf**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-Town, get down
(Motherf**ing H-Town)
To the sound that's bound to make the motherf**ing crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze till you puke it
See b**h, grab a**, get smacked to the mat
(b**h!)
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 f**
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 f**
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
Hell yeah, motherf**er, turn it up!
Turn it up, Focus Three
f** you, Jeff Peters
f** you, Mike Renault
Many gangsters up in this b**h
You gotta ride to die
f** yeah!