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Rollin (Urban Assault Vehicle)
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Play the fucken' track!
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Play that fucken' track!
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Oh there it is
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Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right y'all, Method Man
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We just keep on Rollin' baby
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Are you ready?!
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Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down
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Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now
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Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down
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Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What?
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh
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Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here
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L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here
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People in the house put them hands in the air
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Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care
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See I ain't giving a fuck
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When pressing your luck
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Untouchable, branded unfuckable
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So keep me in this cage
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Until you run that mouth
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Then I might have to play
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And break the fuck out
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And then we'll see who's left
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After one round with X
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And what am I bringing next?
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Just know it's Red and Meth
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So where the fuck you at?
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Punk, shut the fuck up
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And back the fuck up
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While we fuck this track up
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Are you ready?!
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Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down
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Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now
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Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down
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Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What?
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh
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-Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me?
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Check my dangerous slang Atrocious
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When I let these nuts hang
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Focus It's Wutang
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What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
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I wave my black flag at the roaches
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Who approach us These twin supersoakers
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Who have poisonous darts for coppers
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Too late to get your blowgun unhostled
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You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted So what?
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I drink and smoke too much So what?
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I cut too much Shut the fuck the up
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Now when we roll
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You mutherfuckers turn in your gold
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Cause for the platinum
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I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
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It aint nothin' for bullets
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To unbutton your clothes
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This wretched yellow mellow tissue
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Up in his nose You bitches
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Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
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I'm hairy as hell Ahh to hell And tatooed up
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I'm a dog
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Only fuck in the bathroom, what?
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In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts
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My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe
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Talk the gat low
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Cut your cash flow
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Yell if you want money
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Funny how hungry they'll be
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Snatch crumb s from me
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Dark and hard
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Mix bodies in the mosh pit (Method Man)
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Yo, and I'm the D.O.
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You're lookin' at the raw invented
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On Friday I spit Thirty five to forty minutes
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Smell up the bathroom
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Like Craig Paul was in it
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Ending up on your back
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Whose whore's up in it
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Anyone can match me
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I crack 'em all a Guiness
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Fuck how many thugs are playas? A ball is in it
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Brick city, Shaolin
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Better call 'em sinners
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Boys that'll run up in your
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White mall and spill it
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yo, peace and come on...
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Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down
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Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now
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Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down
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Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What?
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh
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It just don't get no darker than that
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Kid with the park
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Go ahead with the boots
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And shoots to make it spark
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Now I'm a fair nigger
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But ain't there nigger
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Quicker than the hair trigger
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Took you dead nigger
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It'd better like Yo man
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trying to hold your breath
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In your head
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Cause you'll be shitting on yourself
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Cause you're already dead
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And at the funeral you won't need a casket
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I'm leaving just enough
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For them to stuff their basket
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But their skippin' Task it
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I'm gonna need my ass kicked
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My mom never let me forget
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That I'm a bastard
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I ain't never been shit
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There ain't gonna be shit
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That's why I take shit
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But if I see shit
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And to their D shit
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D Sharp Do what I wanna do
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And that's what I'm gonna do
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Right here in front of you
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And I'll be running you
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