Limp Bizkit - Ready To Go Lyrics

Ready to go

Go f*** yourself!
Limp Bizkit
Oh no!
Check one two!
Turn it up!
You’re not ready for this!

They say the Rock shit, doesn't rock anymore
They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho
We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go (x2)

She ready to go
She ready to go
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go (x2)

[Fred]
Back, it's the mother fuckin' Rock God
I’m so poker faced ladies going GaGa
That's right it's Freddy D
The public enemy
You know the one that had Britney droppin' to her knees
I don't give a f***
I probably never will
Bitch get at me if that ass is like Jessica Beil's
Who's down with me tonight?
You know I'll treat you right
You're safe with me until they're turning on them ugly lights
So throw them fingers up
And finger f*** the sky
She like the way we pump it
I call her pumpkin pie
I ain't about to lie
I came up in here high
If you don't like it I'll bust you in your fuc*** eye (player)
'Baby you're a rock star'
I know who the f*** I am
40 million records later
I am still the fuc*** man
I came to rock
All she wants to do is roll
Now she's at my house
Sliding up and down that pole

They say the Rock shit, doesn't rock anymore
They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho
We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go (x2)

She ready to go
She ready to go
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go (x2)

[Lil Wayne]
What the fucks up,
F*** the world bust a nut,
I'm on this and that and such and such,
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust come on,
Rock, rock, rock, rock with a real Nigga,
Everythin I touch turn to gold, she a gold digga,
shots, shots, shots, have a lil liquor,
have a bitch takin shots, like Reggie Miller.
Lil Weezy in this bitch hoe,
she wanna green light, let the bitch go,
I go hard, go nuts, I go skitzo,
And now they wanna copy me like 10-4,
I can't stop, I won't stop,
I got the pistol on me, I guess I went pop,
Now I'm free fallin, yeah head first,
red hat to the back like Fred Durst.

They say the Rock shit, doesn't rock anymore
They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho
We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go (x2)

She ready to go
She ready to go
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go (x2)

[Fred]
Lil Weezy that’s my partner
We drinkin’ Russian wodka
Bout to take yo bitch
cause she ain’t never fuc*** a rockstar
I’m a fuc*** “?”
Packing me a chainsaw
I’m at the afterparty bout to start another brawl
I’m getting fuc*** up
So you can go to hell
I’ma need a ride home
I know myself
And you know it put i down like no one else
I’m the champ bitch
I ain’t gotta show the belt

They say the Rock shit, doesn't rock anymore
They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho
We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go (x2)

She ready to go
She ready to go