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 umm, let me loosen up my bra strap
 And umm, 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' shit 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 Rolo
 To find out I'm the number one solo, uhh
 The capital R-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)
 I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
 (Rock on, wit cha bad self)
 Now I'm hittin' MC's like "Hoo-yu-ken!"
 Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed
 So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up
 I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass 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 bass, poom
 Bomm, bam, God, dammmm!
 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)
 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 shit, I'm the shit!
 You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie
 I pi-ty the fool, that gets
 With the lyrical murderer 'cause my shit is rude (Ooh!)
 You wanna get with the wickedness? With that
 Big bot-ty 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 (fresh)
 In the muck with they butt 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 Farmville, 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)
 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)
 Huhh
 I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what?)
 I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
 I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what?)
 I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
 I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what?)
 I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
 I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what?)
 I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
 Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest
 Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
 Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah)
 Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
 Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest
 I am the uhh, wickedness (Rage!)
 Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo'
 The indo blow and the grass 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 motherfuckin' homegirl
 The Lady Of Rage
 She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs
 Handcuffed and she busts
 And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up
 Y'know what I'm sayin'
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:48
Key
10
Tempo
91 BPM

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