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HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD lyrics : "Tear It Up"

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

[CHORUS]

So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a $#&@
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 $#&@

And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun


[J-Dog]
I beat the #~!!@ up like Ying-Yang
Put it right, third like Ching-Chang

You know I make her %#@! bang
You know I don't give a mother$#&@ about your first name
I wanna lock that $$# like a mother$#&@ing chain-gang

Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a $#&@
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 ramming her friend

And what the $#&@ you think?
I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a mother$#&@in' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash

I got her veen and the whole crowd's screamin'
Shake it like a what?
$#&@ you!

HU crew!
We don't give a $#&@
What? What?


[CHORUS]
So don't make me tear it up

You know I don't give a $#&@
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 $#&@
And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun

[J-Dog]

Shake it like a what? $#&@ you!
Shake it like a what? $#&@ you!
Shake it like a what? $#&@ you!

Shake it like a what? $#&@ you!

[Johnny 3 Tears]

No, I ain't a gangsta
Don't pack a pistol
Mother$#&@ers keep runnin' out

Mother$#&@ers 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-tag get down

To the sound that's bound
To make the mother$#&@ing crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music

Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it
See (*##$, grab $$#
Get smacked to the mat ((*##$! )
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 $#&@

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 $#&@
And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun

[Johnny 3 Tears]
Hell yeah mother$#&@er!
Turn it up

Turn it up, focus 3
$#&@ you, Jeff Peters
$#&@ you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this (*##$
You gotta write it down
$#&@ yeah!

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