Rumble lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Verse 1]
f*ck talking get to swinging, I leave your sh*t stinging
You on the floor seeing stars and now your ears is ringing
You should've watched your mouth you don't know what I'm about
I'm all K.O.s f*ck unanimous bouts
Floating like a butterfly stinging like a bee
My footwork leaning look something like Ali
And on top of that your boys stronger then Hercules making every n*gga that want it fold at the knees
But better yet my hits hit harder than Holyfield
Have your ass sleeping like you f*cking drank nyquil
By the time we get through
And theres no round two
First round I had to size em up let his ass know wassup
Let him know I'm not a punk
Let him know I keep it crunk
Your hits dont phase me n*gga I can take a punch
Keep it gutta, cause I know you can't take one
Weak n*ggas fall and the real n*ggas stay up

[Hook x2]
Yeah, that's the sound when the pack is around
And you knocked out face down in the ground (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Uno dos tres cuatro
How many rounds you think this Floyd n*gga go up
I don't think so cause my rap is like fluid
And my fist hits harder than ray Lewis
n*ggas like you get dropped in the first round
A jab and two hooks and have you sit down
The first hit counts the most and I don't miss [?]one
Who's next on the list
n*ggas run up
Get done up
f*ck's a pistol play, put your guns up
Keith, B, L and me we the n*ggas they call for street sleep
Don't try to run we'll trip you n*gga
We'll get you hit you and dip you n*gga
You, you's a poodle n*gga and me, I'm a brutal n*gga
[Hook x2]
Yeah, that's the sound when the pack is around
And you knocked out face down in the ground (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
I'm a show starter, I break up night
Young Keith is my accomplice, and I made a promise
I ain't gonna stop doing punches
Hit you in the dome one time, break a n*gga's leg
Wolf pack in this b*tch
You asking for sh*t
I don't play wit n*ggas, I'm swift and cool but don't get it side swiped
B-town young hitta cold spitta
In the midst of heat I won't feel you
Been a mystery how I been flawless with these victories
When you hear another hit don't mention me
You n*ggas is fake like extended weaves
So n*gga if you want it, you better holla back
I gotta long di*k b*tch swallow that
And if you don't do big fights, don't do the match
And I'm passed like b*tch you ain't gotta match, ho

[Hook x2]
Yeah, that's the sound when the pack is around
And you knocked out face down in the ground (Yeah)
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