[Intro: Da Kurlzz]
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!
[Chorus: Deuce]
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
[Verse 1: J-Dog]
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 dirtier
And they're bumping Chamillion
I got a bounty on my head
Just for repping Undead
Because I'm freaking on your sister
And I'm grinding 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
The whole crowd's screaming
Shake it like a what?
fu*k YOU!
HU CREW!
WE DON'T GIVE A fu*k!
WHAT?
WHAT?
[Chorus: Deuce]
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
[Brige: J-Dog & Da Kurlzz]
Shake it like a what?
fu*k YOU!
Shake it like a what?
fu*k YOU!
SHAKE IT LIKE A WHAT?
fu*k YOU!
SHAKE IT LIKE A WHAT?
fu*k YOU!
[Verse 2: Johnny 3 Tears]
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
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
Get up slapped 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
[Chorus: Deuce]
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
[Outro: Johnny 3 Tears]
Hell yeah motherf**er, turn it up!
Turn it up, Focus 3!
f** you Jeff Peters!
f** you Mike Renault!
Many gangsters up in this b**h!
You gotta ride to die!
f** yeah!