Hollywood Undead - Tear It Up Lyrics
Tear it up, tear it up yeahTear it up, tear it up yeahTear it up, tear it up yeahHere we go now, here we go[CHORUS]So don't make me tear it upYou know I don't give a *****And I ain't here to shake things upBut I got my hand on my gunSo don't make me tear it upYou know I don't give a *****And I ain't here to shake things upBut I got my hand on my gun[J-Dog]I beat the ***** up like Ying-YangPut it right, third like Ching-ChangYou know I make her shit bangYou know I don't give a mother***** about your first nameI wanna lock that ass like a mother*****ing chain-gangTear it up, stand up and throw it upAnd tear up the floor like you don't give a *****I know you got heels onI know what y'all feel onThey caught us ridin' dirtier than their bumpin' CamillionI got a bounty on my head,Just for reppin' UndeadBecause I'm freakin' on your sisterAnd I'm ramming her friendAnd what the ***** you think?I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a mother*****in' track meetJ-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leashI 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 upYou know I don't give a *****And I ain't here to shake things upBut I got my hand on my gunSo don't make me tear it upYou know I don't give a *****And I ain't here to shake things upBut 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 gangstaDon't pack a pistolMother*****ers keep runnin' outMother*****ers catch a fistfulGuided like a missile from two bottles of JackThat I drank in the backOf an '88 CadillacIt's Johnny ThreeJohnny sees what Johnny needsJohnny breathes weedStill, Johnny don't see anything!Johnny buys drinkJohnny winks and Johnny thinksJohnny circles dance floor like roller rinkJump up down down in the H-tag get downTo the sound that's boundTo make the mother*****ing crowd loudWanna see you move, yeah move to the musicWanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke itSee *****, grab assGet smacked to the mat (*****! )Slap back, get thrown out the backWatch your back through the back doorBack to the dance floorGotta gotta get my, gotta gotta get moreSo don't make me tear it upYou know I don't give a *****And I ain't here to shake things upBut I got my hand on my gunSo don't make me tear it upYou know I don't give a *****And I ain't here to shake things upBut I got my hand on my gun[Johnny 3 Tears]Hell yeah mother*****er!Turn it upTurn it up, focus 3***** you, Jeff Peters***** you, Mike ReneauGangstas up in this *****You gotta write it down***** yeah!
