Limp Bizkit - Rollin-urban Assault Vehicle - Текст песни

Play that fuckin' track!
Play that fuckin' track!

Limp Bizkit, DMX
Redman, it's right y'all,
Method Man and 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 cha' gonna do now.
Breath in now breath 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'm'a have to play, and brake the fuck out.
And it will see you slip, 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?

Move in now move out,
Hands up, now hands down,
Back up, back up.
Tell me whatcha' gonna do now.
Breath in now breath 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'

Check my, dangerous langu'atrocious,
When I let this 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 toughts for copers.
Too late to get your blow gun and host it.
You're left buttered it up and likely toasted.
So what. I drink and smoke to much.
So what if I cuss to much, shut the fuck up.

Now when we roll, you motherfuckers talkin' your goals,
Cause for the platinum I'm jackin' niggaz up in limos.
It ain't nothin' for bullets to unbutton your clothes.
Description: Yellow Mel, tissue up in his nose. (you bitches)
Swing the vine on the baboon nuts,
I'm hairy as hell, at the held, and tattooed up