Afro Puffs (Extended Version)

[Dr. Dre] Yeah, This is Dr. Dre Kicking back, doing what I do best Dropping some shit that makes you wanna bob your head I know your bobbing your head, cause I can see, you can't see me But check this out I was talking to this um... nigga, the other day And he said. Yo Dre You know female mc's dont blow up that large in the hip-hop world And I said you trick nigga, you better ask somebody else Cause the Lady of Rage is in the motherfucking house Can you dig it?, yeah But anyway before I be all on that bullshit My motherfucking nigga Snoop Doggy Dogg is in the house And we gonna drop some shit Hit 9.2 on the ricta scale, can you dig it? So Snoop, what we want you to do is come in, and set off a little freestyle Before Rage comes in And lets get this motherfucker jumping off Can you dig it? yeah [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Damn look what the wind blew in From the depths of the sea its the S-N Double O motherfucking P In the place to be, and this time I hang with the home girl R-A-G-E So let me begin, to slowly start the ??? And let me crab a cup of gin, then look the crow its me Who be the D-O double to the G I fly through the sky like a dove once again Its Snoop Doggy Dogg, can I blend, mend Then send more than you need Can I have some dank so I can role up the weed I take a glance in other words a dance I spot myself on the dance floor taking a dance I got a bitch on my dick, some niggas talking shit But ain't no need for me to call my clique Cause D-P-G G-C-E be the clique that the D O Double G belong too I wrote a song to the track thats provided by my niggga Dr. Dre That slowly start to slide into a trance Smooth around, I get ??? by the sounds of the pound We got the hits that just dont stop and they dont quit Cause once again Snoop Dogg is about to drop some shit (Byatch) I can't stop, I pop Never flip, I flop Snoop Dogg got the shit that dont stop Rock on with ya badself, its The Lady of Rage at the top of the shelf So push the button and run for cover Snoop Dogg is on the mic and im a dope motherfucker, yeah You best ask somebody, about the man with the la di da di I got the shit that makes body shake Its time for you to stop causing a wake (A wake) Open your eyes and stay composed Its 1-9-9-4 I still dont love hoe's I treat them the same It's like the bom bam It's Snoop Dogg, im on the mic can I slam? yes you can And you just dont stop, come on, say what? And you just stop, yeah And you just dont quit Ayo Rage could you please drop some gangster shit? Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!) [Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage 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 Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") *Street Fighter sound* 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 BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! 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 Chorus 4X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Ohh 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 (OOOH!) 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 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?) Chorus 4X Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) (repeat 4X) 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!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg 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?