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(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg) |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!) |
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[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self |
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[Verse One: The Lady of Rage] |
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I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must |
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It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust |
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So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap |
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And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap |
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Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time |
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When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine |
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Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a |
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This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a |
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Lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate |
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Check it how I rock it |
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I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo |
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To find out I'm the number one solo, uhh |
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The capital R-A now take it to the G-E |
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I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me |
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I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style |
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For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child |
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No need to say mo', check the flow |
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Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Two: The Lady of Rage] |
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Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") [Street Fighter sound] |
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Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed |
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So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up |
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I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks |
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So put your money on the bread winner |
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I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners |
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I got the tongue that is outdone anyone |
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From the rising to the setting of the sun |
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Or the moon, I consume the room with doom |
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When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM |
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BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! |
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I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks |
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Get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk |
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Of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em |
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Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah |
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I put that on my unborn kids |
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Rage in effect so you know how it is |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse Three: The Lady of Rage] |
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Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you |
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Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit |
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Ohh shit, I'm the shit! |
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You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie |
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I pi-ty the fool, that gets |
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With the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!) |
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You wanna get with the wickedness? With that |
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Big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason |
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You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy |
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Are you ready for the cream de la creme? |
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I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up |
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I keep competitors stuck |
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In the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up |
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Like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real |
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That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA |
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(So what you gotta say?) |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Huhh |
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I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) |
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I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) |
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[x4] |
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Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest |
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Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) |
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Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) |
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Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) |
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Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest |
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I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) |
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[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg] |
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Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' |
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The indo blow and the grass grow |
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Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe |
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But you gotta give credit when credit is due |
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Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl |
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The Lady Of Rage |
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She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs |
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Handcuffed and she busts |
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And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up |
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Y'know what I'm sayin |
