Rollin' (Urban Raid Vehicle) lyrics

Artist	Limp Bizkit
Album(s)	Chocolate Starfish & The Hot Dog Flavored Water

Lyrics

Play that fuckin' track!
Play that fuckin' track!
(Oh there it is.)

Limp bizkit, dmx (wha?)
Redman, that's right y'all
Method man, we just keep on rollin' baby

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Move in,move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what cha' gonna do now
Breathe in, breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now. (come on)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
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'ma have to play, and brake 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?

Move in, move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now
Breathe in, breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now. (come on)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'
(Ah what? y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me?)

Check my, dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nutz hang, focus it's wu-tang
What the fuck's a hootie and the blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approches, these twin supersoakers
Who have poisenous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun unholstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what. I drink and smoke to much
So what, I cuss to much, shut the fuck up

Now when we roll, you motherfuckers turn in your gold
Cause for the platinum I'm jackin' niggaz 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, loud as hell, and tattooed up
I'm a dawg only fuck in the bathroom (what?)
In high school I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is: johny, donny, brasco, tuck the gat low
Cut your cash flow, yell if you want money. (ahhhhhhhhh)
Funny, a hungry nigga snatch crumbs from me
Dark and hard mix bodies in the mosh pit

And I'm the d.o., you lookin' at the raw invented
On friday I spent thirty five to forty minutes
Smell up the bathroom like craig paul was in it
Ending up pull your back who swore up in it
Anyone can match me, I'm crack 'em all the guiness
Fuck how many thugs, and playas, and ballas in it
Brick city, shao-lin better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

(Aaaaaaa) (he said come on!)

Move in, move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now
I breathe in I breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now. (come on)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka
Bald head with the boots, he shoots to make it spark
I'm a fair nigga, but ain't there a nigga
Quicker then the hair trigga so you dead nigga
It'll be like your man, tryin' to hold your brain to your head
But you'll be shittin' on yourself, cause you already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket
I'm leavin' just enough for them to stuff you in a basket

A tisket, a tasket (what?), I really need my ass kicked. (what?)
My mom's never let me forget that I'm a bastard
Ain't never been shit and ain't gonna be shit
That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit
It's just that d shit, 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' where your man straight up out
You niggaz ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but your mouths

Move in, move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now
Breathe in, breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now. (come on)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'

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're doin' it all the time. (what?)
So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes. (dough!)

But if you really really really wanna get shit started
Then people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded. get retarded
Then people everywhere just get retarded

Move in, move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now
Breathe in, breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now. (come on)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
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?

Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit

Rough riders, punk!

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