Get funky it
I told you before you burn when you with fire So take off your hats, matter of fact the new Sire hungry as hell, so I'm cookin' up the chowder It's laced with ingredients, gon' on like gunpowder
Pom-pom, a shot, then I got the order I'm runnin' for the for causin' disorder Pom-pom, lick a shot, got on my I'm runnin' for the fences, of course I'm
The particular name of this Queen is I've been classified as a feminine teacher Collectively the heart of a nation Love my culture and show
You're lookin' for the black influ'? I do too give it to you What are you mad? Give me of what you had You can huff-huff, puff-puff and But I got of the ruff stuff
and tuff Ruff and and tuff And all stuff
Now nuff of the ruff stuff, that's what I do, and I do it The proof is in the puddin', I show and prove, not and tell Talk tales, you get caught up in a Buckshot must be you want and desire
I write concepts, I be frontin' or be buggin' I write the rhymes for the beats that you be lovin' It's a love thang, the doin' her thang If I was a liquid, you drink me like Tang
You I'm kickin' things that I myself don't even heed? I rap not for the love of music, but for "Latifah's booty, yo, she never succeed"
You watch me do it and it, the Flavor Unit will snap necks You a-fi a likkle, you fi go buy the cassette You're starvin', 'cause you ain't had That's right, of the ruff stuff
and tuff Ruff and and tuff And all stuff
You talk about flavor, I got enough flavor to make a grapefruit Get old jumpin' out of their seats Change a peach to a pear to a plum a little sun 'n rays I got flavor for
Now I'm the type that the call a honey, and From me you know you get a worth for money, and This is no attack, I gave you a chance Matter of fact, yo, I ordered them to for me
They to turn me 'Inside Out' They felt the 'Wrath Of My Madness', I let 'Come Into My House' called 'Latifah's Law', for the criminal to curse And all the gentlemen know its rule, 'Ladies
Not the typical that tends to victim to the 'Evil That Men Do' Small puff, I your bluff I'm not mad, I just had of the ruff stuff
Ruff and Ruff and and tuff And all stuff
Everybody know Latifah positivity Now positivity erase Mi comin' inna di dance Me rollin' with the Flavor posse
As a black woman mi want Equality, and di to be me Mi have a mother Rita, only call her Likkle brother and sister, and Kelly
A brother in them laws, but mi him Winki Lost mi and you're our family [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] black country Believe in one God, one tribe, one destiny,