Rinky Dink II/We’re Gonna Rumble

Lyrics

[Intro: Francis Manassas, DJ Paul & Juicy J] What's up, guys? I'm Francis Manassas with Rinky Dink Records I was wonderin' if I can have a word with y'all A-about what? I hope it ain't 'bout a record deal, bitch (Bitch, get your motherfuckin'—) Didn't Project Pat just tell you're all on some bullshit? (Francis Manassas? What kinda fuckin' name is that?) Bitch, get your lil' goofy lookin', motherfuckin' ass outta here Get your goofy ass up outta here (Stanky motherfucker) We just told that ho we don't wanna sign for no motherfuckin', uhh, Rinky Dink Records (God damn, bitch, what the fuck did just happened? Hahaha) Get your dog-ass up outta here, play that motherfuckin' song, mane [Chorus] We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you weak-ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you chickenhead hoes get yo' ass off the floor [Verse 1: Project Pat] Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga I'm from the street, nigga, you got some beef, nigga? Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, we keep the dope cookin' And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopin' Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, go get yo' boys, nigga I bring the noise nigga, so bring your toys, nigga Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, you got your drama, boy Or marijuana, boy, I'll shoot your mama, boy Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, you got your nuts pumped You went to jail, and I saw you was a weak punk Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I know your story, nigga Your history off of me, you gets no glory, nigga Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, so you a dope nigga? But you so thin, look like that you do the coke, nigga Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, heard you's a pistol player Come in my face, I'ma kill you like the dragon slayer [Chorus: Project Pat] We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you bad weed sellers get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you flaugin'-ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you Resthaven niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you duck-ass bitches get yo' ass off the floor [Verse 2: Project Pat] Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I'm 'bout this 'caine, nigga I'm stayin' true to these birds that I slang, nigga Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, that Ghetty Green, nigga See, I was put on this earth for hust-elin', nigga Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, but when I have to I put that Glock in my hand and pull a jack move Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, daily routine, nigga Down with my dogs, and we out for this cream, nigga Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, you got a young ho I shoot a nigga in his face, and slap a dumb ho Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yo' ho stay squawkin' She need to shut the fuck up, grown folk talkin' Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, but she a star, nigga She ate my dick, then I kicked her out my car, nigga Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I'm smokin' Leaf's, nigga To calm me down, put my mind, mane, at ease, nigga [Chorus: Project Pat] We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you fuckin cock hoes get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you add water killers get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you punk-ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho All you fake-ass hoes get yo' ass off the floor [Verse 3: Project Pat] Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, I lay the smack down Done been through hoods where you better watch yo' back now 'Cause, nigga, laws, nigga, the code we live by Don't wait for later, get it now, boy, it's do or die I nigga, be's, nigga, I'm for my P's, nigga I got my infra-beams watchin' you, please, nigga Bank, nigga, rank, nigga, it make you thank, nigga Stay on the ground, so your ship won't sank, nigga Rocks, nigga, crack, nigga, I'm stackin' wealth, nigga But it ain't me, 'cause the dope sell itself, nigga Who, nigga? You, nigga? You wanna try Pat? What you gon' get is yo' motherfuckin' skull cracked Hurt, nigga, pain, nigga, is what you feel, nigga The slugs talk through the barrel of the steel, nigga So nigga, roll, nigga, that's with this clique, bitch Or get yo' trick-ass wacked with the quickness