Limp Bizkit - Rollin' (ft. DMX, Redman, Method Man) | Текст песни

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• Rollin' (ft. DMX, Redman, Method Man)

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

Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
Uggh
Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
What?
Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
Uggh

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, 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

Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
Uggh
Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
What?
Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
Uggh

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 supersoakers
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 mutherfuckers turn in your gold
Cause for the platinum
I m jackin niggers up in limos
It aint 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
Ahh to hell
And tatooed up
I m a dog
Only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In highschool 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 D.O.
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 Guiness
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

Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
Uggh
Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
What?
Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
Uggh

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 nigger
Quicker than the hair trigger
Took you dead nigger
It d better like
Yo man, trying to hold your breath
In your head
Cause you ll be shitting on yourself
C

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