Limp Bizkit - Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) (Featuring DMX, Method Man & Redman) (Produced By Swizz Beatz) | Текст песни

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• Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) (Featuring DMX, Method Man & Redman) (Produced By Swizz Beatz)

Play the fucking track! Play that fucking track!
Oh there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right you all, Method Man
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'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 you 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 upAre you ready?!
Oh what, you all thought you 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 muchShut 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 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 Guinness Fuck how many thugs are players?
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!
It just don't get no darker than that Kid with the Parka
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
'cause you're already dead And at the funeral you won't need a casket
I'm leaving just enough For them to stuff their basket
But their skippin' Task it I'm gonna need my ass kicked
My mom never let me forget That I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit There ain't gonna be shit
That's why I take shit Whenever I see shit
And to their D shit D Sharp Do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do Right here in front of you
And I'll be running you Wait up man, stand up out
Yeah niggers ain't running a fucking thing But your mouth
You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)You can't 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 we're doing it all the time (what?)
So you&a