Tear it up, tear it up yeah [3x]
Here we go now, here we go
[CHORUS]
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a f***
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 f***
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
[J-Dog]
I beat the p**** up like Ying-Yang
Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang
You know I make her s*** bang
You know I don't give a m********* about your first name
I wanna lock that a** like a m************ chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a f***
I know you got heels on
I know what y'all feel on
They caught us ridin' dirtier than their b**pin' 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 f*** you think?
I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a m***********' 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?
f*** you!
HU crew!
We don't give a f***
What? What?
[CHORUS]
[J-Dog]
Shake it like a what? f*** you! 4x
[Johnny Three Tears]
No, I ain't a gangsta
Don't pack a pistol
m************ keep runnin' out
m************ 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 m************ crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it
See b****, grab a**
Get smacked to the mat (b****!)
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
[CHORUS]
[Johnny Three Tears]
Hell yeah m***********!
Turn it up
Turn it up, focus 3
f*** you, Jeff Peters
f*** you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this b****
You gotta write it down
f*** yeah!
Here we go now, here we go
[CHORUS]
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a f***
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 f***
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
[J-Dog]
I beat the p**** up like Ying-Yang
Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang
You know I make her s*** bang
You know I don't give a m********* about your first name
I wanna lock that a** like a m************ chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a f***
I know you got heels on
I know what y'all feel on
They caught us ridin' dirtier than their b**pin' 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 f*** you think?
I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a m***********' 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?
f*** you!
HU crew!
We don't give a f***
What? What?
[CHORUS]
[J-Dog]
Shake it like a what? f*** you! 4x
[Johnny Three Tears]
No, I ain't a gangsta
Don't pack a pistol
m************ keep runnin' out
m************ 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 m************ crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it
See b****, grab a**
Get smacked to the mat (b****!)
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
[CHORUS]
[Johnny Three Tears]
Hell yeah m***********!
Turn it up
Turn it up, focus 3
f*** you, Jeff Peters
f*** you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this b****
You gotta write it down
f*** yeah!