Текст (слова) песни: Limp Bizkit - Rollin` (Urban Raid Vehicle)

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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Limp Bizkit - Rollin` (Urban Raid Vehicle) 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! Нравится песня? 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