Hollywood Undead "Tear It Up" |
Tear it up, tear it up, yo Tear it up, tear it up, yo Tear it up, tear it up, yo Here we go now, here we go (Chorus) Undead 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 (Undead) 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 thurr 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 motherfuckin 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 you're feelin They caught us ridin dirty and they're bumpin Chamillion I got a bounty on my head just for reppin Undead Because I'm freakin on your sister and I'm grindin her friend End, what the fuck you think? I'm tryin to make 'em sweat like a mothafuckin track meet J-D-O-G I got your girl on a leash I got her fiendin, the whole crowd screamin Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU! HU crew we don't give a fuck, what? what? (Chorus) Undead 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 (Undead) 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 (Undead) Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU! Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU! Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU! (UNDEAD!) Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU! Don't hate a gangsta, don't pack a pistol Mothafuckas keep runnin mouth, mothafuckas catch a fistful Guided like a missle from two bottles of Jack that I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac It's Johnny 3, Johnny sees what Johnny needs Johnny breathes weeds, still Johnny don't see anything Johnny buys drink, Johnny waits 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 mothafuckin 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!) Get up, slap back, get thrown out the back But you're back through the back door, back to the dance floor Gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get more (Chorus) Undead 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 (Undead) 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 (Undead) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |