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

They're trying to build a prison Another prison system For you and me I buy my crack, I smack my bitch Right here in Hollywood For you and me to live in Following the rights movements you clamped on with your iron fists Drugs became conveniently

Can you see me my love? Up there above when you were dying I was dying too, look for meaning in song But the meaning was gone 'cause I was crying I'll be there with you Right along with you if the heavens may break I hope for our sake that if they ever