limp bizkit - rollin' lyrics
play that f-ckin’ track!
play that f-ckin’ track!
(o there it is.)
limp bizkit, dmx (wha?)
redman, it’s right y’all,
method man and we just keep on rollin’ baby.
are you ready?
are you ready?
are you ready?
move in now move out,
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me what cha` gonna do now.
breath in now breath 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’m’a have to play, and brake the f-ck out.
and it will see you slip, 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 now move out,
hands up, now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
breath in now breath 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’
check my, dangerous langu’atrocious,
when i let this 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 toughts for copers.
too late to get your blow gun and host it.
you’re left b-ttered it up and likely toasted.
so what. i drink and smoke to much.
so what if i cuss to much, shut the f-ck up.
now when we roll, you motherf-ckers talkin’ your goals,
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 mel, tissue up in his nose. (you b-tches)
swing the vine on the baboon nuts,
i’m hairy as h-ll, at the held, and tattooed up
i’m a dawg only f-ckin’ in the bathroom (what?)
in high school i dealt only with the cl-ssroom’s sl-ts.
my name is: johny, donny, brasco, talk the gacko,
cut you’re cash flow, yell if you want money.
funny, i’m hungry doubly sn-tch crumbs from me
dark and hot b-tch, mixed parties in the mosh pit.
and i’m the d.o., you lookin’ at the raw invented.
on friday i spit 35 to 40 minutes.
smell up the bathroom like craig poone was in it.
ending up, pull your back who swores up in it
anyone can match me, i’m crack ’em all in the guiness.
f-ck how many thugs, and playas, and ballas in it
brick city shao-limp better call the senates
boys that are run up in your white mall and spill it.
(aaaaaaa) (he said come on!)
move in now move out,
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
breath in now breath 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 give no darker to that kid with the parker.
bald head with the boots, the shoots to make a sparkle.
i’m a fair n-gg-, but ain’t there n-gg-.
thicker then the hair trigga so if you dare n-gg-,
it’ll be like your man, tryin’ to hold your brain to your head.
but it will be sh-ttin’ on yourself, cause you’re already dead.
and at the funeral you won’t need a casket,
i’m leavin’ just enough room to stuff you in the basket.
but just get the tasket (what?), n-body needs an -ss kickin’. (what?)
my mom 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 the sh-t, these sharper 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 about, kid?
you n-gg-z ain’t runnin’ a f-ckin’ thing but your mouths.
move in now move out,
hands up and hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
breath in now breath out.
hands up and 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?
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 gotta gets some better beats and-a 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.
now move in now move out,
hands up now hands down,
back up, back up.
tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
breath in now breath 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’
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