The Lady Of Rage - Afro Puffs lyrics

I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage) Rock on, wit' cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage) Rock on, wit' cha bad self I rock on with my bad self 'cause it's a must It's The Lady Of Rage still kickin' up dust So mm, let me loosen up my bra strap And mm, let me boost ya with my raw rap 'Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe a This grand diva's runnin' sh** with the speed of a cheetah Meet a lyrical murderer I'm servin' 'em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it I'm the one that's throwin' bolos, ya better roll a Rollo To find out I'm the number one solo, uh The capital are A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light but you still can't see me I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child No need to say mo', check the flow Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage) Rock on, wit' cha bad self Now I'm hittin' MC's like hit MC's like (Hoo yu ken) Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed So what you uh, wanna do is back on up I'll tap that bu*t, wax the cuts, pa** the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call 'em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising To the setting of the sun or the moon I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 ba** poom Boom, bam, God, daym I'm hittin' so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks Get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk Of the rhythm fresh that I give 'em Let it hit 'em, split 'em, did it now I'm rid of 'em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage) Rock on, wit' cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage) Rock on, wit' cha bad self Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Oh sh**, I'm the sh** You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit tie I pity the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer 'cause my sh** is rude (Ooh) You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big botty that's kickin' it, rippin' it apart like Jason You'll be, chasin' a dream like Freddy Are you ready for the cream de la creme? I'm steam pressurin' those who ain't measurin' up I keep competitors stuck in the muck with they bu*t up What chu wanna nut up like cashew Don't you know that I will mash you? For real That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farm ville, VA (So what you gotta say?) I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage) Rock on, wit' cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage) Rock on, wit' cha bad self Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage) Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage) Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage) Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage) Get with the uh, roughest, roughest Get with the uh, toughest, toughest (Rage) Get with the uh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) Get with the uh, toughest, toughest (Rage) Get with the uh, wickedness, roughest I am the uh, wickedness (Rage) Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' The indo blow and the gra** grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down to my motherf**in' homegirl The Lady Of Rage, she rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts and trick b*atch She's guaranteed to tear sh** up you know what I'm sayin'