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Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) [feat. DMX, Redman & Method Man]

Artist:Limp Bizkit  Album:ワイルド・スピード オリジナル・サウンドトラック・コレクション  Composer:Clifford Smith, Kasseem Dean, Earl Simmons & Reggie Noble 

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Play the fuckin' track! Play that fuckin' 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? Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now 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 y'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 givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth Then I'mma have the plague, and break the fuck out And then we'll see who's left, after one round with X And what am I bringin' 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 up! Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready? Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (Uh!) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (What!) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (Uh!) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Check my, dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang What the fuck'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 fuck up! Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin' niggas up in limos It ain't nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose You bitches, swing the vine on the baboon nuts I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up I'm 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 Docs are hot, mix bodies in the mosh pit 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,


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