J-Dog - Tear It Up lyrics

[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!