Tear It Up

Album: Desperate Measures (2009)
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  • 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 fuck
    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 fuck
    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, thur like Ching-Chang
    You know I make her shit bang
    You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name
    I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain-gang
    Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
    And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck
    I know you got heels on
    I know what y'all feel on
    They caught us ridin' dirtier than their bumpin' Camillion
    I got a bounty on my head,
    Just for reppin' Undead
    Because I'm freakin' on your sister
    And I'm grindin her friend
    And what the fuck you think?
    I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet
    J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
    I got her feenin' and the whole crowd's screamin'
    Shake it like a what?
    Fuck you!
    Hu crew!
    We don't give a fuck
    What? What?

    So don't make me tear it up
    You know I don't give a fuck
    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 fuck
    And I ain't here to shake things up
    But I got my hand on my gun

    Shake it like a what? Fuck you! 4x

    No, I ain't a gangsta
    Don't pack a pistol
    Motherfuckers keep runnin' out
    Motherfuckers 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 Three
    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 motherfucking crowd loud
    Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music
    Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it
    See bitch, grab ass
    Get smacked to the mat (bitch!)
    Slap back, get thrown out the back
    Watch your back through the back door
    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 fuck
    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 fuck
    And I ain't here to shake things up
    But I got my hand on my gun

    Hell yeah motherfucker!
    Turn it up
    Turn it up, focus 3
    Fuck you, Jeff Peters
    Fuck you, Mike Reneau
    Gangstas up in this bitch
    You gotta write it down
    Fuck yeah! Writer/s: ARON ERLICHMAN, GEORGE ARTHUR RAGAN, JORDON KRISTOPHER TERRELL, JOREL DECKER
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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