Rumble lyrics

[Intro]
Let's get ready to rumble
Ladies and gentlemen
In this corner we have the ferocious Kenn-doggy-dog (Everybody dance now)
And in the other corner we have... some other n*gga (Everybody dance now)

[Verse 1]
K-E double N D-O-G
I’m with the ave n*ggas posted on the 103
At Louisiana with your mama, EBT
Gang with me, it's a whole lotta gangery
Listen, I'ma talk my sh*t
How this n*gga name "Rich" but he broke as a b*tch? (What the f*ck?)
When I talk sh*t, I don’t gotta make no sense
Like obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice

[Chorus]
Let the music take control
Let the music take control
Everybody dance now

[Verse 2]
I was with a bad b*tch, but her feet was stinkin' (Ugh)
Got a question for her mama, what the f*ck was you thinkin'? (What the f*ck?)
How she growing out her hair, but the sh*t keep shrinking, what?
That ain't the Halle Berry look
I've been getting to the bag tryna run it up
Thick b*tches in my bed, I'm finna f*ck it up
Get some love out of Kenn, b*tch, you out of luck
"Kenn you an as*h*le," b*tch, if you don't shut it up (Shut it up)
I paint that b*tch face, like Picasso
n*ggas want beef 'cause I’m in their b*tch taco (Haha)
Talkin’ big sh*t like you eatin', but you not though
Pay me in advance, b*tch, I need my money pronto
n*gga, you a small fry, I’m a big mac (Big mac)
Pillow talkin' to these b*tches, I ain't with that (I ain't with that)
Talk sh*t, get your wave cap blew back
Twenty bands, all dubs, walkin’ with a big stack
Hold on, let me catch my breath
Big checks, good sex, tell me I'm not blessed
Now everybody in my ear sayin' I'm up next
And all my old ho's say I still hit it the best
[Bridge]
[?] A-town
Down goes [?], down goes [?]
Down goes [?]
Ohhhhh

[Verse 3]
Who live in the projects and smelling fishy?
This b*tch right here
Who's pockets is broke and ain't got a penny?
This b*tch right here
Who give up the neck for a new thirty inch?
This b*tch right here
Who take off her pants and is smellin' like fish?
This b*tch right here

[Chorus]
Let the music take control
Let the music take control
Everybody dance now

[Verse 4]
Hold the f*ck up, bruh, n*gga, I ain't done
I got n*ggas p*ssed off, I'm just havin' fun
I'm like "Why?" Why these n*ggas hatin' on me?
Why? Why you n*ggas never touch cheese?
Why? Why you n*ggas smellin' like feet?
Why you n*ggas say you thuggin', but ain't never in the street?
Really I be ridin' solo
n*ggas copy style, sh*t it wild, n*ggas homo
I, I ain't bein' quiet no more (Nah)
n*gga's broke bums, I be ballin', Tony Romo
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble