Limp Bizkit - Rollin Urban Assault Vehicle Lyrics

Play that fucking track!
Play that fucking 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?!
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
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
Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care
See I ain't giving a fuck
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 fuck 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 fuck you at?
Punk, shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up
Are you ready?!
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
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
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 fuck'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 fuck the up
Now when we roll
You mutherfuckers turn in your gold
Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
It aint nothin' for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
This wretched yellow mellow tissue
Up in his nose
You bitches
Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Ahh to hell
And tatooed up
I'm a dog
Only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts
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
Snatch 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 whore's up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all a Guiness
Fuck 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!
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
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
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 nigger
But ain't there nigger
Quicker than the hair trigger
Took you dead nigger It'd better like Yo man, trying to hold your breath In your head Cause you'll be shitting 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 ass kicked My mom never let me forget That I'm a bastard I aint never been shit There ain't gonna be shit That's why I take shit But if I see shit And to their D shit 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 niggers aint running a fucken' thing But your mouth 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 Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
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 shit started Then people everywhere just get retarded Get retarded! People everywhere just get retarded! 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 Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
That's right baby! Watch out Punk Limp Bizkit DMX Method Man Red Man Swizz Beats Where the fuck you at? Punk that shit!