paroles de chanson Afro Puffs - The Lady of Rage

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'