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Limp Bizkit - (video) Featuring Method Man . Cd Maxi Single
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METHOD MAN | Rollin (Urban Assault Vehicle)
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Play the fuckin track!
Play that fuckin track!! Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit! DMX (what?)
Redman (thats right yall) 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 gonna do now!
Breathe in, now breathe out!
Hands up, now hands down!
Back up! Back up!
Tell me what you gonna do now! (Cmon!)
You keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (What!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin


Now I know yall 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 dont care, than we dont care
See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then Ima have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then well see whos left, after one round wit X
And what am I bringin next? Just know its 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...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!




Oh what, yall thought yall wasnt gon see me?
Check my, dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, its Wu Tang
What the fucks 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
Youre left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up!


Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold
Cause for the platinum, Im jackin niggaz up in limos
It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the babboon nuts
Im hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
Im a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts


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


Yo, and Im 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
Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys thatll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
PPPPPPP P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he said cmon!!




It just dont get no darker than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now Im a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga
quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
Itll be like your man tryin to hold yo brain to yo head
But youll be shittin on yourslef cause you, already dead
And at the funeral you wont need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked
My moms never let me forget, that Im a bastard
I aint never been shit, and aint gon be shit
Thats why I take shit, whenever I see shit
Its just that D shit, Ds short for do what I wanna do
And thats what Im gonna do, right here in front of you
And Ill be runnin you and your man straight up out
While yall niggaz aint runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo mouth


AAAAAAAAHHH!!!




You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You cant 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 (oooh!)
You really, really, really wanna get shit started
Well people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded!



Thats right baby!
Watch out punk!
Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman!
And Swizz Beatz!
Where the fuck you at?!
Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit!
Ruff Ryders! Punk!




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