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Rollin Remix Lyrics

Rollin Remix by Limp Bizkit  

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Rollin Remix Play the fucking track
Play that fucking 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

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'

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, than we don't care

See I, ain't givin' a fuck, 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 fuck 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 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 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'

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 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 unholstered
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

Yo, yo, now when we roll
You motherfuckers tuck in your gold
'Cuz 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 bathroom nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed 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
Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit

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
Fuck 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, pow
(Aah)
Yo we said c'mon

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'

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 nigga, but ain't nann nigga
Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare nigga

It'll be like your man tryin' to hold your brain to your head
But you'll be shittin' on yourself '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 ass kicked
My mom never let me forget, that I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit and ain't gon' be shit
That's why I taste 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' you and your man straight up out
And y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but your mouth

Aahh

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'

You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit?
(Yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit
(Why?)
Because we get it on, every day and every night
(When? 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
(Ooh)
You really, really, really wanna get shit started
Well, people everywhere just get retarded
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 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'

That's right baby, watch out punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman
And Swizz Beatz, where the fuck you at?
(DMX bark)
Bump that shit, bump that shit
Bump that shit, bump that shit
Ruff Ryders, punk



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