FEAT. DMX, METHOD MAN AND REDMAN
(Fred Durst:)
Play the f***in' track
Play that f***in' track
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX
(What?)
Redman
(That's right y'all)
Method Man
We just keep on
Rollin' baby
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
CHORUS:
(Fred Durst:)
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:)
You keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Uh)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(What?)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Uh)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Fred Durst:)
Now I know
Y'all be lovin'
This sh*t 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 givin' a f***
Quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable
Branded unf***able
So keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth
Then I'ma have the plague
And break the f*** out
And then we'll see who's left
After one round wit X
And what am I bringin' next?
Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the f*** you at punk?
Shut the f*** up
And back the f*** up
While we f*** this track up
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Repeat chorus
(Method Man:)
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 f***'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 un-holstered
You're left buttered up
And lightly toasted
So what
I drink and smoke too much
So what
I cuss too much
Shut the f*** up
(Redman:)
Yo, yo
Now when we roll
You motherf***ers
Tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin', for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male
Tissue up in his nose
You b****es, swing the vine
On the babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog only f***
In the bathroom, what?
In high school
I dealt only with
The classroom sluts
(Method Man:)
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
(Redman:)
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 paw was in it
Endin' up, on your back
Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all to Guinness
F*** 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 he said c'mon
Repeat chorus
(DMX:)
It just don't get no darker
Than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots
Who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga
But ain't nann nigga
Quicker than the hair-trigga
So if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man trying to
Hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be sh*ttin'
On yourself 'cause
You already dead
And at the funeral
You won't need a casket
Leaving just enough of him
To stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket
I really need my as* kicked
My moms never let me forget
That I'm a b*stard
I ain't never been sh*t
And ain't gon' be sh*t
That's why I take sh*t
Whenever I see sh*t
It's just that D sh*t
D's short for do
What I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do
Right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin' you and
Your man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't runnin'
A f***in' thing but yo' mouth
(Aah)
Repeat chorus
(Durst:)
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 doin' it
All the time
(What?)
So you better get
Some better beats
And uh, get some
Better rhymes
(Ooh)
You really, really, really
Wanna get sh*t started
Well people everywhere
Just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded
People everywhere
Just get retarded
Repeat chorus
That's right baby
Watch out punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX
Method Man, Redman
And Swizz Beatz
Where the f*** you at?
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Ruff Ryders
Punk
FEAT. DMX, METHOD MAN AND REDMAN
(Fred Durst:)
Play the f***in' track
Play that f***in' track
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX
(What?)
Redman
(That's right y'all)
Method Man
We just keep on
Rollin' baby
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
CHORUS:
(Fred Durst:)
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:)
You keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Uh)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(What?)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Uh)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Fred Durst:)
Now I know
Y'all be lovin'
This sh*t 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 givin' a f***
Quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable
Branded unf***able
So keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth
Then I'ma have the plague
And break the f*** out
And then we'll see who's left
After one round wit X
And what am I bringin' next?
Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the f*** you at punk?
Shut the f*** up
And back the f*** up
While we f*** this track up
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Repeat chorus
(Method Man:)
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 f***'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 un-holstered
You're left buttered up
And lightly toasted
So what
I drink and smoke too much
So what
I cuss too much
Shut the f*** up
(Redman:)
Yo, yo
Now when we roll
You motherf***ers
Tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin', for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male
Tissue up in his nose
You b****es, swing the vine
On the babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog only f***
In the bathroom, what?
In high school
I dealt only with
The classroom sluts
(Method Man:)
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
(Redman:)
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 paw was in it
Endin' up, on your back
Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all to Guinness
F*** 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 he said c'mon
Repeat chorus
(DMX:)
It just don't get no darker
Than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots
Who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga
But ain't nann nigga
Quicker than the hair-trigga
So if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man trying to
Hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be sh*ttin'
On yourself 'cause
You already dead
And at the funeral
You won't need a casket
Leaving just enough of him
To stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket
I really need my as* kicked
My moms never let me forget
That I'm a b*stard
I ain't never been sh*t
And ain't gon' be sh*t
That's why I take sh*t
Whenever I see sh*t
It's just that D sh*t
D's short for do
What I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do
Right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin' you and
Your man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't runnin'
A f***in' thing but yo' mouth
(Aah)
Repeat chorus
(Durst:)
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 doin' it
All the time
(What?)
So you better get
Some better beats
And uh, get some
Better rhymes
(Ooh)
You really, really, really
Wanna get sh*t started
Well people everywhere
Just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded
People everywhere
Just get retarded
Repeat chorus
That's right baby
Watch out punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX
Method Man, Redman
And Swizz Beatz
Where the f*** you at?
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Ruff Ryders
Punk
FEAT. DMX, METHOD MAN AND REDMAN
(Fred Durst:)
Play the f***in' track
Play that f***in' track
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX
(What?)
Redman
(That's right y'all)
Method Man
We just keep on
Rollin' baby
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
CHORUS:
(Fred Durst:)
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:)
You keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Uh)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(What?)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Uh)
Keep
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
(Fred Durst:)
Now I know
Y'all be lovin'
This sh*t 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 givin' a f***
Quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable
Branded unf***able
So keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth
Then I'ma have the plague
And break the f*** out
And then we'll see who's left
After one round wit X
And what am I bringin' next?
Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the f*** you at punk?
Shut the f*** up
And back the f*** up
While we f*** this track up
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Repeat chorus
(Method Man:)
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 f***'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 un-holstered
You're left buttered up
And lightly toasted
So what
I drink and smoke too much
So what
I cuss too much
Shut the f*** up
(Redman:)
Yo, yo
Now when we roll
You motherf***ers
Tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin', for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male
Tissue up in his nose
You b****es, swing the vine
On the babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog only f***
In the bathroom, what?
In high school
I dealt only with
The classroom sluts
(Method Man:)
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
(Redman:)
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 paw was in it
Endin' up, on your back
Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all to Guinness
F*** 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 he said c'mon
Repeat chorus
(DMX:)
It just don't get no darker
Than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots
Who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga
But ain't nann nigga
Quicker than the hair-trigga
So if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man trying to
Hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be sh*ttin'
On yourself 'cause
You already dead
And at the funeral
You won't need a casket
Leaving just enough of him
To stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket
I really need my as* kicked
My moms never let me forget
That I'm a b*stard
I ain't never been sh*t
And ain't gon' be sh*t
That's why I take sh*t
Whenever I see sh*t
It's just that D sh*t
D's short for do
What I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do
Right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin' you and
Your man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't runnin'
A f***in' thing but yo' mouth
(Aah)
Repeat chorus
(Durst:)
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 doin' it
All the time
(What?)
So you better get
Some better beats
And uh, get some
Better rhymes
(Ooh)
You really, really, really
Wanna get sh*t started
Well people everywhere
Just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded
People everywhere
Just get retarded
Repeat chorus
That's right baby
Watch out punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX
Method Man, Redman
And Swizz Beatz
Where the f*** you at?
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Bump that sh*t
Ruff Ryders
Punk