Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

Play the fuckin' track Play that fuckin' track Oh, there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?) Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man We just keep on rollin, baby Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?) 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'mma have the plague, and break 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? Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Check my dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu-Tang What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish? I wave my black flag at the roaches Who approaches, these twin, Supersoakers Who have poisonous darts for culprits Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered You're left buttered up and lightly toasted So what, I drink and smoke too much So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold 'Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin' niggas 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, outta hell and tattooed up I'm a dog, only fuck in the bathroom, what? In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow Yell if you want money, funny A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit And I'm the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all a Guinness Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it Brick city, Shaolin, better call us sinners Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it Aah c'mon Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka (uh) Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark (what?) Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nan nigga (uh) Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga (uh c'mon) It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo' brain to yo' head But you'll be shittin' on yourself, 'cause you already dead And at the funeral you won't need a casket (uh) Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh Uh) A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what? What?) My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard (what?) I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit (uh uh) That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit (uh uh) It's just that D shit, D's short for "Do what I wanna do" (yeah) And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you (yeah yeah) And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out (uh) While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo) Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?) 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 doin' it all the time (what?) So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes (duh) You really, really, really wanna get shit started? Well people everywhere, just get retarded Get retarded, get retarded People everywhere, just get retarded Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' That's right, baby Watch out, punk Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz Where the fuck you at? Bump that shit Bump that shit Bump that shit Ruff Ryders Punk