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, b*tch (b*tch, get your motherf*ckin'—)
Didn't Project Pat just tell you're all on some bullsh*t? (Francis Manassas? What kinda f*ckin' name is that?)
b*tch, get your lil' goofy lookin', motherf*ckin' ass outta here
Get your goofy ass up outta here (Stanky motherf*cker)
We just told that ho we don't wanna sign for no motherf*ckin', uhh, Rinky Dink Records (God damn, b*tch, what the f*ck did just happened? Hahaha)
Get your dog-ass up outta here, play that motherf*ckin' song, mane

[Chorus]
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you weak-ass n*ggas 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, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, I got gold teeth, n*gga
I'm from the street, n*gga, you got some beef, n*gga?
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, we keep the dope cookin'
And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, go get yo' boys, n*gga
I bring the noise n*gga, so bring your toys, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, you got your drama, boy
Or marijuana, boy, I'll shoot your mama, boy
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, you got your nuts pumped
You went to jail, and I saw you was a weak punk
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, I know your story, n*gga
Your history off of me, you gets no glory, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, so you a dope n*gga?
But you so thin, look like that you do the coke, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, 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 n*ggas get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you Resthaven n*ggas get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you duck-ass b*tches get yo' ass off the floor

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, I'm 'bout this 'caine, n*gga
I'm stayin' true to these birds that I slang, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, that Ghetty Green, n*gga
See, I was put on this earth for hust-elin', n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, but when I have to
I put that Glock in my hand and pull a jack move
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, daily routine, n*gga
Down with my dogs, and we out for this cream, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, you got a young ho
I shoot a n*gga in his face, and slap a dumb ho
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yo' ho stay squawkin'
She need to shut the f*ck up, grown folk talkin'
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, but she a star, n*gga
She ate my di*k, then I kicked her out my car, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, I'm smokin' Leaf's, n*gga
To calm me down, put my mind, mane, at ease, n*gga
[Chorus: Project Pat]
We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho
All you f*ckin c*ck 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 n*ggas 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, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, I lay the smack down
Done been through hoods where you better watch yo' back now
'Cause, n*gga, laws, n*gga, the code we live by
Don't wait for later, get it now, boy, it's do or die
I n*gga, be's, n*gga, I'm for my P's, n*gga
I got my infra-beams watchin' you, please, n*gga
Bank, n*gga, rank, n*gga, it make you thank, n*gga
Stay on the ground, so your ship won't sank, n*gga
Rocks, n*gga, crack, n*gga, I'm stackin' wealth, n*gga
But it ain't me, 'cause the dope sell itself, n*gga
Who, n*gga? You, n*gga? You wanna try Pat?
What you gon' get is yo' motherf*ckin' skull cracked
Hurt, n*gga, pain, n*gga, is what you feel, n*gga
The slugs talk through the barrel of the steel, n*gga
So n*gga, roll, n*gga, that's with this clique, b*tch
Or get yo' trick-ass wacked with the quickness