Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) Feat. Method Man, Redman And DMX
Play the fucken' track! Play that fucken' track! Oh, there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman That's right y'all, Method Man We just keep on Rollin' baby Are you ready?
Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now?
Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now?
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
See I ain't giving a fuck when pressing your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable, so keep me in this cage Until you run that mouth, then I might have to play And break the fuck out and then we'll see who's left After one round with X and what am I bringing 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?
Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now?
Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now?
Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me? Check my dangerous slang, atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus It's Wutang, what the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?
I wave my black flag at the roaches who approach us These twin super soakers who have poisonous darts for copers Too late to get your blowgun unholsted You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted
So what? I drink and smoke too much So what? I cut too much Shut the fuck the up
Now when we roll You motherfuckers turn in your gold 'Cause for the platinum I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
It ain't nothin' for bullets to unbutton your clothes This wretched yellow mellow tissue Up in his nose you bitches Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
I'm hairy as hell, ah, to 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 Donny Brascoe Talk the gat low, cut your cash flow Yell if you want money Funny how hungry they'll be
Snatch crumbs from me Dark and hard Mix bodies in the mosh pit
Yo, and I'm the DO You're lookin' at the raw invented On Friday I spit thirty-five to forty minutes Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it Ending up on your back, whose whore's up in it?
Anyone can match me I crack 'em all a Guinness Fuck, how many thugs are playas? A ball is in it
Brick city, Shaolin Better call 'em sinners Boys that'll run up in your White mall and spill it Yo, peace and come on!
Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now?
Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now?
It just don't get no darker than that kid with the park Go ahead with the boots and shoots to make it spark Now I'm a fair nigger, but ain't there nigg