Play the fuckin' track!
Play that fuckin' track!
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit! DMX! (What?!)
Redman! (That's right, y'all!)
Method Man!
We just keep on rollin', baby!
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?!
Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Now I know y'all be lovin this shit 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! (Yeah)
See, I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
So keep me in this cage until you run that mouth
Then I'mma have the plague and break the fuck 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 fuck you at, punk? Shut the fuck up!
And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up!
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (Oh, what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?)
Check my dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang
Focus, it's Wu-Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?
I wave my Black Flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up!
Now when we roll
You motherfuckers tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggas up in limos
It ain't nothin' for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description
Yellow male, tissue up in his nose
(You bitches)
Swing the vine on the baboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts
My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money, funny (aaah)
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Docs and Hot Nix, bodies 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 pa was in it
Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
Prrr-p-p-p-p-pow!
Ah!
(Yo, he said c'mon!)
Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
It just don't get no darker than that kid with the Parka (Uh!)
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark (What?!)
Now I'm a fair nigga but ain't nann nigga (uh!)
Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga (uh)
It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin' on yourself, 'cause you already dead
And at the funeral, you won't need a casket (uh!)
Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh! Uh!)
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what?! What?!)
My moms never let me forget
That I'm a bastard (What?!)
I ain't never been shit (uh)
And ain't gon' be shit (uh!)
That's why I take shit
Whenever I see shit (uh! Uh!)
It's just that D shit
D's short for do what I wanna do (c'mon!)
And that's what I'm gonna do right here in front of you (yeah! Yeah!)
And I'll be runnin you and your man straight up out (uh!)
While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo!)
Ah!
C'mon!
Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (C'mon!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (Uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (What?!)
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 doin' it all the time (What?)
So you better get some better beats
And, uh, get some better rhymes (duh!)
You really, really, really wanna get shit started?
Well people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded!
People everywhere, just get retarded!
Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (wow)
Wow! Uh!
That's right, baby!
Watch out, punk!
Limp Bizkit, DMX
Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz!
Where the fuck you at?!
Bump that shit!
Bump that shit!
Bump that shit!
Bump that shit!
Ruff Ryders!
Punk!
