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Flycell Home Page » Ringtones » Rinky Dink/Whatever Ho

Rinky Dink/Whatever Ho Lyrics


Song Name : Rinky Dink/Whatever Ho
Song Writer(s): Beauregard, Paul, Houston, Earl Patrick, Houston,
Publisher: TEFNOISE PUBLISHING LLC,


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Yeah, you mutha***kin' hoes
Y'all know the mutha***kin' dead Hypnotize Camp
And Profit Posse in this mutha***ka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall


Before you talk some old mutha***kin' ****
*****, it's whatever *****, we in this mutha***ka
For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya)


Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun *****
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run *****
Kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click


Doped up like a mutha***ka
(Cough, cough, snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the ***kin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock ***** like to slang 'cuz I be hustlin' weight
And we gon' put a end to you hoes and you *****z hatin'


I'ma be every ***kin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every ***kin' *****, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak *** *****z don't want Lord Infamous
From South Parkway to get ill


Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb
With the guns you *****es y'all best get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be **** with out us *****, don't forget


Killin' ain't ****, *****es ain't ****
*****z ain't ****, bodies in a ditch
How any *****z gonna talk dat ****
About da Cruchy ***kin' Black, Thug Posse ya *****


*****z gon' talk, *****es gon' start
Mutha***kaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash mutha***kaz have
Get down on your knees, gimme all your cash


Whoa, mutha***ka watch yourself, just watch your back
'Cause still we chillin' with Pat, st****d with them gats
Be ready to attack, all you hatin' *** *****z
That wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthat***kin' ****
'Cause boy, it's gonna get rough


Situation's gone bad for you *****z claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin', drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that ****
And peep these streets sayin', 'That ScanMan boy's a *****'
Know watch them throw lights out in my head


Killin', buckin', buckin' up in gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, ***** this is warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in takin' notes, specialize in nappy hoes


*****z this is serious, I can't play no games no more
*****z actin' curious but I think they know the score
*****es know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain' in this game


Alot of *****z talk that **** and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the ***** known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta *** *****, run you mouth and get your *** blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on


Come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute
Don't you give a ***k about another *****
If he's speakin' use your counter attack


Rollin' like a ***** smack a ***** like a *****
Smack a *****, you crump, you ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer *****, you won't be rollin' our


Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil, homies swithin', actin' fickle
But if you ***k with family ties, we leave you triple


That ***** there know his gun a missle
Lord don't flash on him, only man ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a tech and see him drop


Yeah, I know, I know, down, down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, rock-a-bye, baby
*****z wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech
And be pointed at ya we comin', and I *****, I bet ya, I bet ya


You wanna hit 'em but ***** you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know *****es out there lovin' me, *****z got dreams of ***kin' me
***kin' me ain't the story gon' ***k you up more than me


It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho


It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever


A lot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the mutha***kin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation and we smokin' on marijuana


If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that *****z slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me


It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb 'cause I don't explain


I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your mutha***kin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violaters, ********ers, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none

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