Waka Flocka’s pre-album rollout has been extremely entertaining. Not for the actual music quality because meh, but for the hilarious song titles. “Rooster In My Rari” is about a car in the back of the whip, but the other possibilities are endless.
— “Ahh…gotta go to the clinic. I’m burnin…I think I got a rooster in my Rari.”
— “You pregnant again, Lil’ Hot Sausage?” “Yup. Got another rooster in my Rari.”
— “I charge $50 an hour, but I don’t do Greek. That’s right. No roosters in my Rari.”
— “Gotta change pants. Tried to just fart but I let a rooster out of the Rari.”
Basically, what I’m saying is it’s virtually impossible to hear the phrase “rooster in my Rari” and not think of some malfunctioning peen or a shit joke. There’s an actual song here, too. Uhm, it has some screaming, curse words and loud ad-libs. Guns and cars are mentioned as well.
Waka Flocka – “Rooster In My Rari” (Prod. By DJ Spinz)