Текст (слова) песни: Limp Bizkit f Method Man, Pharrell Willi - New Old Songs

[Lady talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the stone rockers
I mean some real playas
But tonight, they gon` do it all in together

[Fred Durst talking]
Uh, check on, uh
Limp Bizkit

[Fred Durst (Method Man)]
Uh
Who could be the boss
Look up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up I`m sideways
I`m blazin` up the path
Runnin` on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps then brands me like a bar code
I`m bashin` all the media strikes
To keep the media dykes
As reinforcements for the fight
And that alone`ll keep John Gotti on the phone
I`m tangled in the zone
I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at (Tical!)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Shut the fuck up)
I`m pluggin` in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I`m blessed with a mind that`ll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock em` out

[Method Man]
They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thug
And can`t stand the flood
What up Doc, hold big gun like Elmer Fudd the sureshot
Mr. Meth I`m unplugged (Unplugged)
Temperatures too hot for sunblock (Burn)
Playin` with minds
That get you state time
Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine
Killa bees in the club with his ladybug
Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day
Till they throw slugs
And take another life in cold blood
Can`t feel me till its your blood
Murder rates tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
All praise is due
I`m big like Easy
And Big Bamboo

[Hook: Pharrell William (Method Man & Fred Durst) x2]
Whats that, I didn`t hear you (Shut the fuck up)
Come on, a little louder (Shut the fuck up)
Everybody in together now (Shut the fuck up)
What huh (Shut the fuck up)
Oh (Shut the fuck up)

[Method Man]
Headstrong, dead calm, get it right on
Dead weight to dead wrong, let`s get it on
Twelve rounds I throw down, who hold crown
Protect land with 4 pound, Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario
Comin` through your stereo, why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious
Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out they front teefers, tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard it through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles
Where you find that monster she beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject

[Fred Durst]
Mic check
So what`s it all about (Bout)
And where we gonna run (Run)
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes
We limpin` on the track with the Method
So get the sunblock (Sunblock)
You gettin` one shot (Ha)
Until you dissolve

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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 f Method Man, Pharrell Willi - New Old Songs [Lady talking] Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the stone rockers I mean some real playas But tonight, they gon` do it all in together [Fred Durst talking] Uh, check on, uh Limp Bizkit [Fred Durst (Method Man)] Uh Who could be the boss Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up I`m sideways I`m blazin` up the path Runnin` on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps then brands me like a bar code I`m bashin` all the media strikes To keep the media dykes As reinforcements for the fight And that alone`ll keep John Gotti on the phone I`m tangled in the zone I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Shut the fuck up) I`m pluggin` in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I`m blessed with a mind that`ll wreck it Wait until the second round and knock em` out [Method Man] They call me Big John Stud My middle name Mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thug And can`t stand the flood What up Doc, hold big gun like Elmer Fudd the sureshot Mr. Meth I`m unplugged (Unplugged) Temperatures too hot for sunblock (Burn) Playin` with minds That get you state time Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine Killa bees in the club with his ladybug Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can`t feel me till its your blood Murder rates tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do All praise is due I`m big like Easy And Big Bamboo [Hook: Pharrell William (Method Man & Fred Durst) x2] Whats that, I didn`t hear you (Shut the fuck up) Come on, a little louder (Shut the fuck up) Everybody in together now (Shut the fuck up) What huh (Shut the fuck up) Oh (Shut the fuck up) [Method Man] Headstrong, dead calm, get it right on Dead weight to dead wrong, let`s get it on Twelve rounds I throw down, who hold crown Protect land with 4 pound, Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario Comin` through your stereo, why risk it Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted 8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious Word on the street is, they bit my thesis Knocked out they front teefers, tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard it through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles Where you find that monster she beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject [Fred Durst] Mic check So what`s it all about (Bout) And where we gonna run (Run) Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes We limpin` on the track with the Method So get the sunblock (Sunblock) You gettin` one shot (Ha) Until you dissolve Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни New Old Songs: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/8783.html Все тексты песен: Limp Bizkit f Method Man, Pharrell Willi » Limp Bizkit f Method Man, Pharrell Willi - New Old Songs » Limp Bizkit f Method Man, Pharrell Willi - N 2 Gether Now Рекомендуем скачать: » Истомин Юрий - Багряные листья » Игорь Рощин - Головы (посвящение О. Митяеву) » Игорь Гольдин - Стежки, тропки, дальние пути... » Ирина Салтыкова - Серые глаза » Ирина Левинзон - Ветер » Ирина Терентьева - Созерцаем, разрушаем... » Ирина Аллегрова - Подари эту ночь » Игорь Решетов - Это, верно, Господь на серебряной дудке играет, F9 Db9 Dm9 Abm6 G7/5+ Cm7... » Игорь Николаев - Дельфин и русалка » Игорь Андреев - Бессонница » Игорь Андриенко - День Сурка » Ирина Аллегрова - Мулен-Руж » Игорь Андриенко - Нет ничего, кроме любви » И.К.С.-Миссия - Первый снег » Игорь Саркисов - Снега хочу » Игорь Тальков - Господа демократы » Игорь Андриенко - Роковые ночи » И.Саруханов - Бухта радости » Игорь Белый - Песня про бардов » И.Богушевская - Такси
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