Play that fuckin' track!
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Play that fuckin' track!
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(Oh there it is.)
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Limp Bizkit, DMX (Wha?)
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Redman, that's right y'all,
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Method Man, we just keep on rollin' baby.
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Are you ready?
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Are you ready?
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Are you ready?
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Move in,Move out
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Hands up now hands down,
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Back up, back up.
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Tell me what cha` gonna do now.
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Breathe in, breathe out.
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Hands up now hands down,
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Back up, back up.
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Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'
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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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Cause if you don't care, then we don't care.
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See I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck.
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Untouchable, branded unfuckable.
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So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth.
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Then I'ma have to play, and brake the fuck out.
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And then we'll see who's left, after one round with X.
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And what am I bringin' next? Just know it's Red and Meth.
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So where the fuck you at punk? shut the fuck up!
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And back the fuck up while we fuck this track up.
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Are you ready?
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Are you ready?
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Are you ready?
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Move in, move out,
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Hands up, now hands down,
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Back up, back up.
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Tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
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breathe in, breathe out.
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Hands up, now hands down,
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Back up, back up.
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Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'
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(Ah what? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me?)
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Check my, dangerous slang atrocious,
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When I let these nutz hang, focus it's Wu-Tang.
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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 approches, these twin supersoakers
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Who have poisenous darts for culprits.
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Too late to get your blow gun unholstered.
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You're left buttered up and lightly toasted.
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So what. I drink and smoke to much.
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So what, I cuss to much, shut the fuck up.
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Now when we roll, you motherfuckers turn in your gold,
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Cause for the platinum I'm jackin' niggaz up in limos.
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It ain't nothin' for bullets to unbutton your clothes.
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Description: Yellow male, tissue up in his nose. (you bitches)
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Swing the vine on the baboon nuts,
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I'm hairy as hell, loud as hell, and tattooed up
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I'm a dawg only fuck in the bathroom (what?)
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In high school I dealt only with the classroom sluts.
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My name is: Johny, Donny, Brasco, tuck the gat low,
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Cut your cash flow, yell if you want money. (Ahhhhhhhhh)
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Funny, a hungry nigga snatch crumbs from me,
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Dark and hard mix bodies in the mosh pit.
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And I'm the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented.
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On friday I spent thirty five to forty minutes
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Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it.
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Ending up pull your back who swore up in it
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Anyone can match me, I'm crack 'em all the Guiness.
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Fuck how many thugs, and playas, and ballas in it
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Brick city, Shao-Lin better call us sinners
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Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it.
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(AAAAAAA) (He said come on!)
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move in, move out,
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Hands up now hands down,
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Back up, back up.
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Tell me whatcha` gonna do now.
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I breathe in I breathe out.
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Hands up now hands down,
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Back up, back up.
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Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'
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It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka.
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Bald head with the boots, he shoots to make it spark.
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I'm a fair nigga, but ain't there a nigga.
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Quicker then the hair trigga so you dead nigga,
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It'll be like your man, tryin' to hold your brain to your head.
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But you'll be shittin' on yourself, cause you already dead.
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And at the funeral you won't need a casket,
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I'm leavin' just enough for them to stuff you in a basket.
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A tisket, a tasket (what?), i really need my ass kicked. (what?)
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| My mom's never let me forget that I'm a b |
