Big Bad Lady Lyrics
| Song | Big Bad Lady |
| Artist | The Lady of Rage |
| Album | Necessary Roughness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Arnaud, Lady of Rage ... | |
| (feat. 2Pac , Kevin Vernado) | |
| In the middle like Monie | |
| You're phony cause your styles bologna | |
| But I rock with no filler, ain't a girl m.c. illa - puttin' | |
| Rappers on ice, then lock the body in a chilla | |
| The way I fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like | |
| Throwup blow up, then go nuts | |
| Like a lady Ninja killa | |
| I'll drill deep beneath the surface | |
| It's the Rage, front page, I heat up like a furnace | |
| My stelo gots bulk | |
| Check the gamma rays from the she Hulk | |
| Stomping through your territory | |
| New rap female category | |
| Winner, and your style gets played out like the | |
| Spinners | |
| Not a soprano, or alto, the Rage is a tenor | |
| My voice is just right - I bust hypodermics to your | |
| Inner minds eye | |
| Makin' you hip-hop junkies wanna fly | |
| Like eagles, my stlye sharp as cathedral steeples | |
| Showin' & proving even a lady can be diesel | |
| So uh - breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin' unh | |
| Unh roll on with that chicken shit your cluckin' | |
| Your stuck in stupid you dufis - I'm hittin so hard | |
| I'm knockin' out your | |
| Toofis - or teefis(believe this) | |
| You butthead you'll get played out like Beavis | |
| Receive it, it's yours Lyrical murdera - still rockin on | |
| [Hook] | |
| [2Pac/Makaveli:] | |
| Rock on, rock on - The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera | |
| The baddest lyricist born [x1] | |
| Now I'm a explosive vocalist, make you readjust your | |
| Focus, no hocus-pocus, no bogus, I'm the dopest | |
| Lyrically the locest it's all copacetic | |
| I see through your synthetics with my telekinetics | |
| I mean my telepathics from this mouth of madness | |
| Flows one of the baddest | |
| In my exsistence, my | |
| Exsistence is prevalent, hesitant not you'll get dropped | |
| I'm rhymin' so hard I see it knocking out snot, cause I | |
| Slam like colloision so your vision of me | |
| Is you can't touch not even a smidgen of me - you're | |
| Pigeon shit to me | |
| So drop it(damn - hit this shit Rage) | |
| I take a puff then I blow like Moby | |
| What's my name? Yeah you know me | |
| (Rage lyrical murdera, what's my name? Yeah you | |
| Rage lyrical murdera, yeah you know me) | |
| So if you wanna see me turn on your headlights, I'll | |
| Make you run red ligths | |
| Trying to catch it | |
| Slam into the Rage you'll end up wreckage | |
| Towed away, blowed away, cut down, mowed away | |
| Curled up like Ola Ray | |
| So let me straighten it out cause I'm a thrilla | |
| Mutha fuckin' MC cold killa | |
| When I drop that you better drop back dat you hop back | |
| I rock dat till dawn | |
| Yes I still rock on | |
| [Hook] | |
| [2Pac/Makaveli:] | |
| Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera the | |
| Baddest lyricist born [x2] | |
| Now when it comes to the hippest in hip-hop | |
| I make the lips drop kness knock | |
| Buckle and shake, now who's to the wrong | |
| Move - get dusted - busted | |
| Wack MC's who can't cut the mustard | |
| I stick it to you like voodoo so who do you think | |
| You're foolin | |
| Yot Rick but rulin' | |
| You can't hang with the noose, your goose will get | |
| Cooked | |
| Look up in the sky it's fly Robin fly | |
| Givin whatever sutis you | |
| Got the size 8 timberland, to boot cha oops | |
| Up side your head, a yo I'm seein red | |
| Like a bull baby I got to pull, of an ox Redd Foxx | |
| Couldn't out fox me, because I'm Foxy lite Brown | |
| Unh, break it down now, from the end to the start | |
| Lyrical murdera pumps fear in heart | |
| I'm tearin parts to pieces like Reeses | |
| I freaks it, speak it in tongues put you on like Bonita | |
| AppleBum | |
| You can't see me you blind to the fact I'm all that | |
| Swingin in the wack strikin' 'em out like bats | |
| Hats off blast off watch me rock it sock it to ya | |
| Whatever it takes to do ya done top gun | |
| It's The Lady of Rage still rated number one | |
| Muthafucka! | |
| [Hook: fade] |
| zuo ci : Allen, Arnaud, Lady of Rage ... | |
| feat. 2Pac , Kevin Vernado | |
| In the middle like Monie | |
| You' re phony cause your styles bologna | |
| But I rock with no filler, ain' t a girl m. c. illa puttin' | |
| Rappers on ice, then lock the body in a chilla | |
| The way I fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like | |
| Throwup blow up, then go nuts | |
| Like a lady Ninja killa | |
| I' ll drill deep beneath the surface | |
| It' s the Rage, front page, I heat up like a furnace | |
| My stelo gots bulk | |
| Check the gamma rays from the she Hulk | |
| Stomping through your territory | |
| New rap female category | |
| Winner, and your style gets played out like the | |
| Spinners | |
| Not a soprano, or alto, the Rage is a tenor | |
| My voice is just right I bust hypodermics to your | |
| Inner minds eye | |
| Makin' you hiphop junkies wanna fly | |
| Like eagles, my stlye sharp as cathedral steeples | |
| Showin' proving even a lady can be diesel | |
| So uh breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin' unh | |
| Unh roll on with that chicken shit your cluckin' | |
| Your stuck in stupid you dufis I' m hittin so hard | |
| I' m knockin' out your | |
| Toofis or teefis believe this | |
| You butthead you' ll get played out like Beavis | |
| Receive it, it' s yours Lyrical murdera still rockin on | |
| Hook | |
| [2Pac/Makaveli:] | |
| Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera | |
| The baddest lyricist born x1 | |
| Now I' m a explosive vocalist, make you readjust your | |
| Focus, no hocuspocus, no bogus, I' m the dopest | |
| Lyrically the locest it' s all copacetic | |
| I see through your synthetics with my telekinetics | |
| I mean my telepathics from this mouth of madness | |
| Flows one of the baddest | |
| In my exsistence, my | |
| Exsistence is prevalent, hesitant not you' ll get dropped | |
| I' m rhymin' so hard I see it knocking out snot, cause I | |
| Slam like colloision so your vision of me | |
| Is you can' t touch not even a smidgen of me you' re | |
| Pigeon shit to me | |
| So drop it damn hit this shit Rage | |
| I take a puff then I blow like Moby | |
| What' s my name? Yeah you know me | |
| Rage lyrical murdera, what' s my name? Yeah you | |
| Rage lyrical murdera, yeah you know me | |
| So if you wanna see me turn on your headlights, I' ll | |
| Make you run red ligths | |
| Trying to catch it | |
| Slam into the Rage you' ll end up wreckage | |
| Towed away, blowed away, cut down, mowed away | |
| Curled up like Ola Ray | |
| So let me straighten it out cause I' m a thrilla | |
| Mutha fuckin' MC cold killa | |
| When I drop that you better drop back dat you hop back | |
| I rock dat till dawn | |
| Yes I still rock on | |
| Hook | |
| [2Pac/Makaveli:] | |
| Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera the | |
| Baddest lyricist born x2 | |
| Now when it comes to the hippest in hiphop | |
| I make the lips drop kness knock | |
| Buckle and shake, now who' s to the wrong | |
| Move get dusted busted | |
| Wack MC' s who can' t cut the mustard | |
| I stick it to you like voodoo so who do you think | |
| You' re foolin | |
| Yot Rick but rulin' | |
| You can' t hang with the noose, your goose will get | |
| Cooked | |
| Look up in the sky it' s fly Robin fly | |
| Givin whatever sutis you | |
| Got the size 8 timberland, to boot cha oops | |
| Up side your head, a yo I' m seein red | |
| Like a bull baby I got to pull, of an ox Redd Foxx | |
| Couldn' t out fox me, because I' m Foxy lite Brown | |
| Unh, break it down now, from the end to the start | |
| Lyrical murdera pumps fear in heart | |
| I' m tearin parts to pieces like Reeses | |
| I freaks it, speak it in tongues put you on like Bonita | |
| AppleBum | |
| You can' t see me you blind to the fact I' m all that | |
| Swingin in the wack strikin' ' em out like bats | |
| Hats off blast off watch me rock it sock it to ya | |
| Whatever it takes to do ya done top gun | |
| It' s The Lady of Rage still rated number one | |
| Muthafucka! | |
| Hook: fade |
| zuò cí : Allen, Arnaud, Lady of Rage ... | |
| feat. 2Pac , Kevin Vernado | |
| In the middle like Monie | |
| You' re phony cause your styles bologna | |
| But I rock with no filler, ain' t a girl m. c. illa puttin' | |
| Rappers on ice, then lock the body in a chilla | |
| The way I fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like | |
| Throwup blow up, then go nuts | |
| Like a lady Ninja killa | |
| I' ll drill deep beneath the surface | |
| It' s the Rage, front page, I heat up like a furnace | |
| My stelo gots bulk | |
| Check the gamma rays from the she Hulk | |
| Stomping through your territory | |
| New rap female category | |
| Winner, and your style gets played out like the | |
| Spinners | |
| Not a soprano, or alto, the Rage is a tenor | |
| My voice is just right I bust hypodermics to your | |
| Inner minds eye | |
| Makin' you hiphop junkies wanna fly | |
| Like eagles, my stlye sharp as cathedral steeples | |
| Showin' proving even a lady can be diesel | |
| So uh breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin' unh | |
| Unh roll on with that chicken shit your cluckin' | |
| Your stuck in stupid you dufis I' m hittin so hard | |
| I' m knockin' out your | |
| Toofis or teefis believe this | |
| You butthead you' ll get played out like Beavis | |
| Receive it, it' s yours Lyrical murdera still rockin on | |
| Hook | |
| [2Pac/Makaveli:] | |
| Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera | |
| The baddest lyricist born x1 | |
| Now I' m a explosive vocalist, make you readjust your | |
| Focus, no hocuspocus, no bogus, I' m the dopest | |
| Lyrically the locest it' s all copacetic | |
| I see through your synthetics with my telekinetics | |
| I mean my telepathics from this mouth of madness | |
| Flows one of the baddest | |
| In my exsistence, my | |
| Exsistence is prevalent, hesitant not you' ll get dropped | |
| I' m rhymin' so hard I see it knocking out snot, cause I | |
| Slam like colloision so your vision of me | |
| Is you can' t touch not even a smidgen of me you' re | |
| Pigeon shit to me | |
| So drop it damn hit this shit Rage | |
| I take a puff then I blow like Moby | |
| What' s my name? Yeah you know me | |
| Rage lyrical murdera, what' s my name? Yeah you | |
| Rage lyrical murdera, yeah you know me | |
| So if you wanna see me turn on your headlights, I' ll | |
| Make you run red ligths | |
| Trying to catch it | |
| Slam into the Rage you' ll end up wreckage | |
| Towed away, blowed away, cut down, mowed away | |
| Curled up like Ola Ray | |
| So let me straighten it out cause I' m a thrilla | |
| Mutha fuckin' MC cold killa | |
| When I drop that you better drop back dat you hop back | |
| I rock dat till dawn | |
| Yes I still rock on | |
| Hook | |
| [2Pac/Makaveli:] | |
| Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera the | |
| Baddest lyricist born x2 | |
| Now when it comes to the hippest in hiphop | |
| I make the lips drop kness knock | |
| Buckle and shake, now who' s to the wrong | |
| Move get dusted busted | |
| Wack MC' s who can' t cut the mustard | |
| I stick it to you like voodoo so who do you think | |
| You' re foolin | |
| Yot Rick but rulin' | |
| You can' t hang with the noose, your goose will get | |
| Cooked | |
| Look up in the sky it' s fly Robin fly | |
| Givin whatever sutis you | |
| Got the size 8 timberland, to boot cha oops | |
| Up side your head, a yo I' m seein red | |
| Like a bull baby I got to pull, of an ox Redd Foxx | |
| Couldn' t out fox me, because I' m Foxy lite Brown | |
| Unh, break it down now, from the end to the start | |
| Lyrical murdera pumps fear in heart | |
| I' m tearin parts to pieces like Reeses | |
| I freaks it, speak it in tongues put you on like Bonita | |
| AppleBum | |
| You can' t see me you blind to the fact I' m all that | |
| Swingin in the wack strikin' ' em out like bats | |
| Hats off blast off watch me rock it sock it to ya | |
| Whatever it takes to do ya done top gun | |
| It' s The Lady of Rage still rated number one | |
| Muthafucka! | |
| Hook: fade |
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