Limp Bizkit feat. DMX & Redman Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) Lyrics
Play the f___ing track!
Play that f___ing track!!
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man
That's right y'all
We just keep on rollin baby
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!
HOOK:
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!]
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 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, than we don't care
See I, aint givin a f___, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth
Then I'ma hafta play, and break the f___ out
And then we'll see you slept 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!!!
HOOK
[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 b___ered 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 m_________ers tuck in your gold
Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin n____s up in limos
It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
You b____es, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog only f___ in the bathroom, what
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom s___s
[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 s_____ 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 Paul 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
PPPPPPP P- P- POW!
[AAAAAAAAAHH!]
Yo we said c'mon!!
HOOK
[DMX]
It just don't get no darker than that kid with the barker
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark
I'm a fair n____, but aint nann n____
Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare n____
It'll be like your man tryin to hold your brain to your head
But you'll be s___tin on yourslef cuz you already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket
Just get the casket, I really need my a__ kicked
My mom never let me forget, that I'm a b______
I aint never been s___, and aint gon' be s___
That's why I taste s___, whenever I see s___
It's just that D s___, 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
And y'all n____s aint runnin a f___in thing but your mouth
[DMX bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!
HOOK
[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 [oooh!]
You really, really, really wanna get s___ started
Well people everywhere just get r_____ed
Get r_____ed, get r_____ed, people everywhere just get r_____ed!
HOOK
That's right baby!
Watch out punk!
Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman!
And Swizz Beatz!
Where the f___ you at?! [DMX bark]
b__p that s___! b__p that s___! b__p that s___! b__p that s___!
Ruff Ryders! Punk!
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