Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) (OST Fast Five - Форсаж 5)
Play the fucking track Play that fucking track, oh, there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man That's right y'all, 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 you gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you 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 'Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care
See I, ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see you slept after one round wit 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
Move in now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up
Tell me what you 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 unholstered 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
Yo, yo, now when we roll You motherfuckers tuck in your gold 'Cuz 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 bathroom nuts I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed 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 A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit
Yo, 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 Paul 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, pow (Aah) Yo we said c'mon
Move in now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up
Tell me what you 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'