lirik lagu limp bizkit - rollin' (urban raid vehicle)
play that f-ckin’ track!
play that f-ckin’ track!
(oh there it is.)
limp bizkit, dmx (wha?)
redman, that’s right y’all,
method man, we just keep on rollin’ baby.
are you ready?
are you ready?
are you ready?
move in,move out
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me what cha` gonna do now.
breathe in, breathe out.
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(wha?)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin’
now i know y’all be lovin’ this sh-t right here,
l-i-m-p bizkit is right here.
people in the house put them hands in the air,
cause if you don’t care, then we don’t care.
see i ain’t givin’ a f-ck, quit pressin’ your luck.
untouchable, branded unf-ckable.
so keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth.
then i’ma have to play, and brake the f-ck out.
and then we’ll see who’s left, after one round with x.
and what am i bringin’ next? just know it’s red and meth.
so where the f-ck you at punk? shut the f-ck up!
and back the f-ck up while we f-ck this track up.
are you ready?
are you ready?
are you ready?
move in, move out,
hands up, now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
breathe in, breathe out.
hands up, now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(wha?)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin’
(ah what? y’all thought y’all wasn’t gonna see me?)
check my, dangerous slang atrocious,
when i let these nutz hang, focus it’s wu-tang.
what the f-ck’s a hootie and the blowfish
i wave my black flag at the roaches
who approches, these twin supersoakers
who have poisenous darts for culprits.
too late to get your blow gun unholstered.
you’re left b-ttered up and lightly toasted.
so what. i drink and smoke to much.
so what, i cuss to much, shut the f-ck up.
now when we roll, you motherf-ckers turn in your gold,
cause for the platinum i’m jackin’ n-gg-z up in limos.
it ain’t nothin’ for bullets to unb-tton your clothes.
description: yellow male, tissue up in his nose. (you b-tches)
swing the vine on the baboon nuts,
i’m hairy as h-ll, loud as h-ll, and tattooed up
i’m a dawg only f-ck in the bathroom (what?)
in high school i dealt only with the cl-ssroom sl-ts.
my name is: johny, donny, brasco, tuck the gat low,
cut your cash flow, yell if you want money. (ahhhhhhhhh)
funny, a hungry n-gg- sn-tch crumbs from me,
dark and hard mix bodies in the mosh pit.
and i’m the d.o., you lookin’ at the raw invented.
on friday i spent thirty five to forty minutes
smell up the bathroom like craig paul was in it.
ending up pull your back who swore up in it
anyone can match me, i’m crack ’em all the guiness.
f-ck how many thugs, and playas, and ballas in it
brick city, shao-lin better call us sinners
boys that’ll run up in your wife, maul and spill it.
(aaaaaaa) (he said come on!)
move in, move out,
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
i breathe in i breathe out.
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(wha?)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin’
it just don’t get no darker than that kid with the parka.
bald head with the boots, he shoots to make it spark.
i’m a fair n-gg-, but ain’t there a n-gg-.
quicker then the hair trigga so you dead n-gg-,
it’ll be like your man, tryin’ to hold your brain to your head.
but you’ll be sh-ttin’ on yourself, cause you already dead.
and at the funeral you won’t need a casket,
i’m leavin’ just enough for them to stuff you in a basket.
a tisket, a tasket (what?), i really need my -ss kicked. (what?)
my mom’s never let me forget that i’m a b-st-rd.
ain’t never been sh-t and ain’t gonna be sh-t,
that’s why i take sh-t, whenever i see sh-t.
it’s just that d sh-t, d’s short for do what i wanna do.
and that’s what i’m gonna do, right here in front of you
and i’ll be runnin’ where your man straight up out
you n-gg-z ain’t runnin’ a f-ckin’ thing but your mouths.
move in, move out,
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
breathe in, breathe out.
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(wha?)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin’
you wanna mess with limp bizkit? (yeah)
you can’t mess with limp bizkit. (why?}
because we get it on. (when?)
every day and every night. (oh)
see this platinum thing right here? (uh-huh)
well we’re doin’ it all the time. (what?)
so you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes. (dough!)
but if you really really really wanna get sh-t started.
then people everywhere just get r-t-rded.
get r-t-rded. get r-t-rded.
then people everywhere just get r-t-rded.
move in, move out,
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
breathe in, breathe out.
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(wha?)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin'(uh)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ rollin’
that’s right baby, watch out punk
limp bizkit
dmx
method man
red man
swizz beats
where the f-ck you at?
f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t
f-ck that sh-t
rough riders, punk!
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