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 Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight And now we see the light We gonna stand up for our rights Come on brothers, get up, stand up You, preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth You a duppy and you don't know

Should I give up Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place should I leave it there? I've made up my mind Don't need to think it over If I'm wrong I am right Don't need to look no

Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple digits) She checkin' bags like she 'bout to trip it ('bout to trip it) Showin' out got er'body attention (er'body) Told her told her, give her what you wannna, want I don't got no patience I ain't no D.O.C

And you gave me back The love I had The faith I'd lost The life I knew Stay with me baby I wanna thank you for the love that you give me And the sun that you put in my sky You don't know how much you've lifted me up

Say it isn't so (tell me it's not true) Say it isn't so (I believe in you) Tell me it's a lie (I don't need no proof) Say everything's alright (couldn't be, not you) Say it isn't so (don't give up on me) Say it isn't so (don't give up on you) Get me

'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars I'm gonna give you my heart I don't care, go on and tear me apart 'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars I think I see you 'Cause you light up the path I don't care if you do, ooh I think I

Love all of that, wanna give me the pose Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy) And get familiar, ayy I just wanna feel ya Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise Giddy up, giddy up Baby girl, don't get

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

Did you hear about the midnight rambler Talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go The one that shut the kitchen door He don't give a hoot of warning Wrapped up in a black cat cloak He don't go in the light of the morning He split the time