Afro Puffs Lyrics - Singles - 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 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' 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 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 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 

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 shit, I'm the shit 

You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit tie 

I pity the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer 'cause my shit 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 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 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 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 you know what I'm sayin'