Limp Bizk feat. DMX, Method Man, Redman Rollin' (Urban Assault) Lyrics

Play the f___in' track!
Play that f___in' 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?!

Chorus:
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 s___ 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 f___
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 f___ 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 f___ you at?
Punk, shut the f___ up
And back the f___ up
While we f___ this track up

Are you ready?!

Repeat Chorus

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 f___'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 f___ the up

Now when we roll
You m_____fuckers turn in your gold
Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' n_____s up in limos
It aint nothin' for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
This wretched yellow mellow tissue
Up in his nose
You b____es
Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Ahh to hell
And tatooed up
I'm a dog
Only f___ in the bathroom, what?
In highschool I dealt only with the classroom s___s

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
s_____ 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 w____'s up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all a Guiness
f___ 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!

Repeat Chorus

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 n_____
But ain't there n_____
Quicker than the hair trigger
Took you dead n_____
It'd better like
Yo man, trying to hold your breath
In your head
Cause you'll be s___ting 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 a__ kicked
My mom never let me forget
That I'm a b______
I aint never been s___
There ain't gonna be s___
That's why I take s___
But if I see s___
And to their D s___
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 n_____s aint running a f___en' thing
But your mouth

Repeat Chorus

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're doing it all the time (what?)
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!)
And if you really really really wanna get s___ started
Then people everywhere just get r_____ed
Get r_____ed!
People everywhere just get r_____ed!

Repeat Chorus

That's right baby!
Punk
Limp Bizkit
DMX
Method Man
Method Man
Swizz Beats
Where the f___ you at?
Punk that s___!