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Chorus: repeat 2X
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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 2X
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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 2X
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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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(repeat 4X)
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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?
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Afro Puffs
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The Lady Of Rage |