Young Jeezy - Tear It Up lyrics

(feat. Lloyd & Slick Pulla) (Intro) (Girl) Jeezy?.. (Jeezy) What up (Girl) Where you at? (Jeezy) sh** I'm in the hood where you think I'm at man you know, sh**... (Girl) Still commin' over? (Jeezy) Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man (Girl) MMmm, I've been watin for you since you left me... (Jeezy) Sss, that's how you feel? (Girl) (giggles), Yeah... (Chorus - Lloyd) Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear dat p**y up) She layed up in the bed she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on (I'ma tear dat p**y up) Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose tripple stack in my lungs (I'ma tear dat p**y up) Stand up at the trunk gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear dat p**y up) (Verse 1- Young Jeezy) Got one baby mama, no b**h, no wife Like pac, ya need a thug in your life (yea...) A young n***a to straight come through and beat it up Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up (ha haa) Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet (nope) Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet wet (damnn) Baby good with her mouth, says the right things Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha haa) She a bad b**h, y'all ready know Face like Trina, and an a** like Jacki-o (ohh) Got a gangsta on a mission (mission) Best believe I know all the right positions (that's right..) She like it slow from the front, fast from the back (back) Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back (Yeahh) I'm young and thuggin, I don't give a f** He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up... (Chorus) (Verse 2- Young Jeezy) Me & shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star (star) For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car (damnn) She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth (nope) So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house (heyy) Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick (yea...) I know just how to handle her (how...) No amateur baby, I got stamina (yeah) Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat (beat) Legs vibratin, now she messin' up my sheets (ha haa) Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of a** (a**) She came first, I came last, roll the gra**...(heyy) (Chorus) (Verse 3- Slick Pulla) We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side Cuz real players, keep reserves when its clutch time Matter fact, my bottom b**h love to ride pine She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that a** fat (uh huh) Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood b**h You want that straight drop dick Come to the hood b**h I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky sh** man Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin man The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin man True pro's with this sh**, we ain't new jacks We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps (Chorus)