Limp Bizkit

(feat. Method Man, Redman and DMX)
Play that fuckin track!
Play that fuckin track!
Limp Bizkit, DMX
Redman, its right yall,
Method Man and we just keep on rollin baby.
Are you ready?
(hook)
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
(Fred)
Now I know yall 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 dont care, then we dont care.
See I aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck.
Untouchable, branded unfuckable.
So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth.
Then Ima have to play, and brake the fuck out.
And it will see you slip, after one round with X.
And what am I bringin next? Just know its 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?
(hook)
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
(Method Man)
Check my, dangerous languatrocious,
When I let this nutz hang, focus its Wu-Tang.
What the fucks 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.
Youre left buttered it up and likely toasted.
So what. I drink and smoke to much.
So what if I cuss to much, shut the fuck up.
(Redman)
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers talkin your goals,
Cause for the platinum Im jackin niggaz up in limos.
It aint nothin for bullets to unbutton your clothes.
Description: Yellow Mel, tissue up in his nose. (you bitches)
Swing the vine on the baboon nuts,
Im hairy as hell, at the held, and tattooed up
Im a dawg only fuckin in the bathroom (what?)
In high school I dealt only with the classrooms sluts.
(Method Man)
My name is: Johny, Donny, Brasco, talk the gacko,
Cut youre cash flow, Yell if you want money.
Funny, im hungry doubly snatch crumbs from me
Dark and hot bitch, mixed parties in the mosh pit.
(Redman)
And Im 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, Im crack em all in the guiness.
Fuck 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.
(hook)
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
(DMX)
It just dont give no darker to that kid with the parker.
Bald head with the boots, the shoots to make a sparkle.
Im a fair nigga, but aint there nigga.
Thicker then the hair trigga so if you dare nigga,
Itll be like your man, tryin to hold your brain to your head.
But it will be shittin on yourself, cause youre already dead.
And at the funeral you wont need a casket,
Im leavin just enough room to stuff you in the basket.
But just get the tasket (what?), nobody needs an ass kickin. (what?)
My mom never let me forget that Im a bastard.
Aint never been shit and aint gonna be shit,
Thats why I take shit, whenever I see shit.
Its just that the shit, these sharper do what I wanna do.
And thats what Im gonna do, right here in front of you
And ill be runnin, where your man straight about, kid?
You niggaz aint runnin a fuckin thing but your mouths.
(hook)
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
(Fred)
You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (yeah)
You cant 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 were 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 shit started.
Then people everywhere just get retarded.
Get retarded. Get retarded.
Then people everywhere just get retarded.
(hook)
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
Thats right baby!
Watch out punk!
Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman!
And Swizz Beatz!
Where the fuck you at?!
Fuck that shit! Fuck that shit! Fuck that shit! Fuck that shit!
Ruff Ryders! Punk!
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