Corey Paul - Tear It Up lyrics
[Corey Paul - Tear It Up lyrics]
I'ma let ya know off top
We had to get it out the mud
Cliqued up with my dawgs
Rolling round with that squad!
Rolling round with that squa-a-aud
We gon' tear this thing up
Me and my dawgs out the bottom (Sodom)
A equals pi R squared (Problem)
Made it out the hood without
Crack or a jump shot
Me and my kings got it poppin
(Get em, Got em coach)
Real life Scarface they ain't getting Oscars
Chopper out the window neck long as a ostrich
Scrambling in the backfield about
To take the sack
Look to the right you'd see you got a option
Hold up, hold up, wait
My patna Paul did hard time behind the gate
Hold up, hold up wait
They caught my homie John and put
His head on a plate
That's First 48, off to the race
Gotta follow leads quick or you
On a cold case
Gotta patna attend mass every Sunday that say
They even tried to put his
Poppy Jesus in a grave that's crazy
Everybody riding round stressing
Receiver for the Texans boys trying
To catch a blessing
Got the lesson mapped out like
A high school teacher
Bunsen burner and a beaker
Chemistry up out the speaker
Bill Nye without the bow tie
Black hoodie down
Figures like it's UT but it's H-town
Got a patna move weight like a digital scale
So we send him to church before
They send em to hell
White beater on, no steroid shots
Young king riding round
The neighborhood flexing
Cliqued up with the lord got us on top
(Money counter)
Just counting these blessings
Could have been resting next to
My daddy in a cemetery
Instead of contemplating seminary
Submarines sink the flow so we
Sent it on a ferry over seven seas
Caught in customs gone pay the fees
OG's on the team with the
Know age of a college
I say money and the power
He say wisdom and the bible
Mobbing with my patnas at
The table eating pasta
Break a idol like a Lego, pass the alfredo
Aye… die bout what ya live for all day
Follow us follow Him, 5K
Windex, trigger in his index
For a couple 0's on a check
These young boys ah spray
They say iron sharpens iron
Fencing with my partners trying to
Pull em out that cage
We’d spend it on chicks and J's
Thank God every day that King Jesus saves
I’m in my 20's
So coming from where I’m coming from I’d be
In a grave trying act my age
I came out that jungle
You know ya better pray before you prey
We had to get it out the mud
Cliqued up with my dawgs
Rolling round with that squad!
Rolling round with that squa-a-aud
We gon' tear this thing up
Me and my dawgs out the bottom (Sodom)
A equals pi R squared (Problem)
Made it out the hood without
Crack or a jump shot
Me and my kings got it poppin
(Get em, Got em coach)
Real life Scarface they ain't getting Oscars
Chopper out the window neck long as a ostrich
Scrambling in the backfield about
To take the sack
Look to the right you'd see you got a option
Hold up, hold up, wait
My patna Paul did hard time behind the gate
Hold up, hold up wait
They caught my homie John and put
His head on a plate
That's First 48, off to the race
Gotta follow leads quick or you
On a cold case
Gotta patna attend mass every Sunday that say
They even tried to put his
Poppy Jesus in a grave that's crazy
Everybody riding round stressing
Receiver for the Texans boys trying
To catch a blessing
Got the lesson mapped out like
A high school teacher
Bunsen burner and a beaker
Chemistry up out the speaker
Bill Nye without the bow tie
Black hoodie down
Figures like it's UT but it's H-town
Got a patna move weight like a digital scale
So we send him to church before
They send em to hell
White beater on, no steroid shots
Young king riding round
The neighborhood flexing
Cliqued up with the lord got us on top
(Money counter)
Just counting these blessings
Could have been resting next to
My daddy in a cemetery
Instead of contemplating seminary
Submarines sink the flow so we
Sent it on a ferry over seven seas
Caught in customs gone pay the fees
OG's on the team with the
Know age of a college
I say money and the power
He say wisdom and the bible
Mobbing with my patnas at
The table eating pasta
Break a idol like a Lego, pass the alfredo
Aye… die bout what ya live for all day
Follow us follow Him, 5K
Windex, trigger in his index
For a couple 0's on a check
These young boys ah spray
They say iron sharpens iron
Fencing with my partners trying to
Pull em out that cage
We’d spend it on chicks and J's
Thank God every day that King Jesus saves
I’m in my 20's
So coming from where I’m coming from I’d be
In a grave trying act my age
I came out that jungle
You know ya better pray before you prey