Queen Latifah Nuff’ of the Ruff’ Stuff’ Lyrics

Nature of a Sista’ Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Latifah’s Had It Up 2 Here
  • 2 Nuff’ of the Ruff’ Stuff’
  • 3 One Mo’ Time
  • 4 Give Me Your Love
  • 5 Love Again
  • 6 Bad as a Mutha
  • 7 Fly Girl
  • 8 Sexy Fancy
  • 9 Nature of a Sista’
  • 10 That’s the Way We Flow
  • 11 If You Don’t Know
  • 12 How Do I Love Thee
  • Get funky with it
    I told you before: you burn when you play with fire
    So take off your hats, matter of fact hail the new Sire
    You're hungry as hell, so i'm cookin up the chowder
    It's laced with ingredients, gon' come on like gunpowder
    Pom-pom! lick a shot, then I got to order
    I'm runnin for the border for causin disorder
    Pom-pom! lick a shot, got on my defenses
    I'm runnin for the fences, of course I'm relentless
    The particular name of this queen is Latifah
    I've often been classified as a feminine teacher
    Collectively capture the heart of a nation
    Love my culture and show appreciation
    You're lookin for the black influ'?
    I do want too give it to you
    What are you mad?
    Give me some of what you had!
    You can huff-huff, puff-puff and bluff-bluff
    But I got nuff of the ruff stuff

    (Ruff and tuff)
    (And all that stuff)

    Now nuff of the ruff stuff, that's what I do, and I do it well
    The proof is in the puddin, I show and prove, not show and tell
    Talk tales, you get caught up in a crossfire
    Buckshot must be what you want and desire
    I write concepts, I don't be frontin or be buggin
    I solely write the rhymes for the beats that you be lovin
    It's a love thang, the Queen doin her thang
    If I was a liquid, you would drink me like Tanq'
    You think I'm kickin things that I myself don't even heed?
    I rap not for the love of music, but for greed?
    "Latifah's booty, yo, she could never succeed"
    Shiiit...
    You watch me do it and boom it, the Flavor Unit will snap necks
    You a-fi listen a likkle, you fi go buy the cassette
    You're starvin, cause you ain't had enough
    That's right, nuff of the ruff stuff

    (Ruff and tuff)
    (And all that stuff)

    You talk about flavor...
    I got enough flavor to make a grapefruit sweet
    Get old ladies jumpin out of their seats
    Change a peach to a pear to a plum with a little sun 'n rays
    I got flavor for days
    Now I'm the type that the fellas call a honey, and
    From me you know you get a worth for your money, and
    This is no meaningless attack, I gave you a chance
    Matter of fact, yo, I ordered them to 'dance
    For me', they tried to turn me 'inside out'
    They felt the 'wrath of my madness', I let them 'come into my house'
    It's called 'latifah's law', for the criminal to curse
    And all the gentlemen know its rule: 'ladies first'
    Not the typical female that tends to
    Fall vitim to the 'evil that men do'
    Small puff, I call your bluff
    I'm not mad, I just had enuff of the ruff stuff

    (Ruff and tuff)
    (And all that stuff)

    Everybody know Latifah love positivity
    Now positivity erase negativity
    Mi comin inna di dance (?)
    Me rollin with the Flavor Unit posse
    As a black woman mi want equality
    Equality, and di freedom to be me
    Mi have a mother Rita, only call her Mommy
    Likkle brother and sister, Angelo and Kelly
    A brother in them laws, but mi call him Winki
    Lost mi daddy and (?) family
    (?) black (?) black country
    Believe in one God, one tribe, one destiny
    Cease!

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