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!