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DUSTY LOCANE Lyrics


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Look
We gon' put that nigga on a T.V.
Put him on a shirt
Look
Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work
Listen

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving

I call up Avi, and buss the Patek
Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet
Bought her an ass, so I could slap it
She soakin' wet, all on the mattress
Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage
Play by my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet
I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments
Uppin' the woo, nigga what's crackin'?
We makin' a movie
Up it and aim at your kufi
Dripped out in Gucci
Perky got me feelin' groovy
You claimin' you a suvy, but where is your stripes?
Put down a poky and get you a pipe
Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise
Glock with a sight, don't play with your life

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving

I'm gon' talk that talk
Gimme me talk back too
I'm a demon on the loose
Benz, Beamer, or the coupe?
And don't play no games
Opposition's all the same
Masked up on the stain
I need the diamonds and the chains
Filled up with rage, I switched, look
Leave his body in a ditch, heh
On the gang I won't snitch
Oh you think you hot, so we burned 'em
Leave 'em dead, that's certain
Spin his block, swervin'
Hit 'em up, closed curtain

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em




Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of DUSTY LOCANE's song "RUMBLE" are a reflection of the artist's rough upbringing in East Flatbush, Brooklyn, and his street life experiences. The opening lines of the song, "We gon' put that nigga on a T.V. Put him on a shirt," suggests the desire for revenge and the glorification of violence. Dusty Locane uses his music as a way to express his pain and passion for the gang life, which he regards as his only family.


Throughout the song, Dusty Locane repeatedly warns those who dare to challenge him, "Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you," and "Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle." He also makes references to his weapon, which he brings with him wherever he goes, "I hope that you're ready to rumble, 'cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle." The imagery of a rumble and the use of a weapon in the song conjures up the feeling of impending conflict and violence.


Furthermore, Dusty Locane's lyrics also include references to sexual encounters and drug use, indicating his hedonistic lifestyle. The line "His shawty a freak, under the covers, fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber," is just one example of the artist delving into his personal life experiences.


Overall, the lyrics of "RUMBLE" are a manifestation of Dusty Locane's rough upbringing and experiences in the streets. The song's use of violent imagery and glorification of gang life romanticize street violence and paint a picture of an artist who is proactive and unapologetic about his lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Look
Pay attention


We gon' put that nigga on a T.V.
We will make an example of that person and publicly humiliate him


Put him on a shirt
Print his image on a shirt as a sign of disrespect


Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work
Where I come from, people are always working hard and taking care of business


I hope that you're ready to rumble
I am prepared for a fight and hope that you are too


'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
I am carrying a weapon and do not engage in petty fighting


Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
I only trust members of my gang and do not trust outsiders


Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
If you talk tough, I won't back down or be intimidated


I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
I will call my friend with a gun to come and take care of you


My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
My friend is loose and dangerous, and doesn't require any restraint


Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
I am having sex with your girlfriend and you think she loves you


Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Let's get to business and not waste time on intimacy


Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
Let's be sneaky and avoid attracting attention


His shawty a freak, under the covers
His girlfriend is sexually adventurous and active in bed


Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
We had unprotected sex and made a mess of the bedding


Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I had rough sex with her and made her moan


Call up my suvy, brush 'em
I will call my friend with a gun to take care of them


Freak bitch, Russian
I am having sex with a promiscuous Russian woman


That talk, she loving
She enjoys dirty talk during sex


I call up Avi, and buss the Patek
I called my friend Avi to show off my expensive Patek watch


Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet
My girlfriend is sophisticated but can also behave in a wild manner


Bought her an ass, so I could slap it
I paid for my girlfriend to get a bigger butt so I could playfully spank it


She soakin' wet, all on the mattress
She is very aroused and has made the mattress wet


Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage
I am counting and enjoying my large sum of cash


Play by my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet
I am protective of my money and will use a gun to defend it


I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments
I am firing my gun and causing destruction


Uppin' the woo, nigga what's crackin'?
I am getting ready to use a Woo (slang for gun) and asking if something is happening


We makin' a movie
We are making something exciting happen


Up it and aim at your kufi
I am pointing my gun at your head covering (kufi)


Dripped out in Gucci
I am wearing expensive Gucci clothing


Perky got me feelin' groovy
I am taking a drug called Perky (a type of prescription opioid) and feeling good


You claimin' you a suvy, but where is your stripes?
You claim to be a gangster but where is your proof?


Put down a poky and get you a pipe
Put down a knife and get a gun


Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise
Be careful of the opposition and their movements


Glock with a sight, don't play with your life
I have a gun with a laser sight and you shouldn't mess with me


I'm gon' talk that talk
I'm going to talk confidently and assertively


Gimme me talk back too
I expect you to talk back to me as well


I'm a demon on the loose
I am behaving recklessly and dangerously


Benz, Beamer, or the coupe?
Which luxury car should I drive?


And don't play no games
Do not try to trick or deceive me


Opposition's all the same
All opposing people are the same to me


Masked up on the stain
Wearing a mask and committing a crime


I need the diamonds and the chains
I want expensive jewelry


Filled up with rage, I switched, look
I am very angry and can become violent


Leave his body in a ditch, heh
I will kill him and dispose of his body in a ditch


On the gang I won't snitch
I won't betray my gang or tell on them


Oh you think you hot, so we burned 'em
You think you're cool, but we destroyed you


Leave 'em dead, that's certain
I killed them and there is no doubt about it


Spin his block, swervin'
Drive around the block looking for more targets


Hit 'em up, closed curtain
Shoot them and it's over




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Song Builders Publishing
Written by: Brandon Greene, Christopher Henderson, Daniel Simmons, Jasper Murray, Reginald Miot, Trevon Brack

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@thandotaylor1285

Issa whole lotta Poppa fans here , How many thumbs for The Woo ?

@jaylaurent703

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Shut up. The real fans are the New Yorkers that been bumping him since 2018

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@___9582

Pop came into the game and changed it forever. RIP WOO💫💫

@jdbandz1838

RIP pop but this isn't even his song dusty a different person

@nyclee8029

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@dustylocanesongs4115

@@jdbandz1838 yea but you can tell how much pop influenced dusty, bc dusty uses pop smoke adlibs, and they have similar styles

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