Limp Bizkit - It's Like That Y'All (Non-LP Version) | Текст песни

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It's like that Ya'll

and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on

run dmc and grand masta j
L-I-M-P and the place to be
never went to college i had an ID
now all the critics wanna know about me
but if you read about me you don't know about
and you reporters wanna dog me (dog me)
and stick their noses up my ass and talk shit before they rob me
and every now and then you'll see my face on a Spin inside
critizing my hobbie again
these motherfuckers don't know (they don't know)
i open magazine's checkin out my life like a fuckin show
and now i'm gettin mad at where the good was you always put the bad at
i can't have that
see i'm the one who gets laughed at
but that shit will pass cause i always get the last laugh
and i'll keep coming with my revenge
and leave you loose at the ends like a heroin serenge (doh)
and keep rollin in this new Benz
with all my fake friends that break when the tape ends
i'm stayin platnium on this rolex
no need to go hi-tech with all these 7-fifty checks
cause i just won the lotto (lotto)
my beats from DJ Lethal, my man John Otto, the desperado
i feel like its so funny
with the single on the billboard and a little bit a'money
now all the citics wanna hit it
all the critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it
all these critics wanna hit it
all these critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it

and the beat goes on
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)

it's like a dicka da dee, and a dicka da doo
a full fledged rebel of the hottest crew
like a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
and keep it on comin with the ruckis and rhyme
the king is on queens for queens come kings
raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings
we beat ya'll (beat ya'll) we don't quit (quit)
and the DJ all about the flip, bust it
i'm gettin chedder comin better than the rest of ya'll
gettin paid ever since the fresh festival
so ditch your self cuz i have my man Moe
and yes, oh yes were runnin the flow
but king of rock who, who, to feed my hobbie and job
and when i come to bring the ruckis suckas duckas and duds its just a one two three (three) three to two one
my man DMC my next feature run
the news is posted the word is spread (spread)
it means your run is coming hard and roll with Fred

now all the critics wanna hit it
all the critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it
all these critics wanna hit it
all these critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it

and the beat goes on
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)

for every average air, beware of this content
disrupt the scene, prolific, to be safisticate
to give you less eminence stop with the complex on this contects
to bring divenity to all MC's off the street
this pholosophy extends from the bass drum
slay some i'm lay some to rest
screw legislation
put you on a quest for immitation
but now the sun leaves holes in my window pain
the high elevence has hit me like your fake creamin jaw
ejaculate, feel the flow just off the high-8
tongue rings heavy in your jaw (yeah)
i wonder what its like acrawl with that slatty goat you so called pro
these free throw baskets with paragraphs, tracks
i know you can't understand these soundtracks enourmous
my sound is annoymous

now all the critics wanna hit it
all the critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it
all these critics wanna hit it
all these critics wanna hit it
just can how we d

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