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Intro 1
Play the fuckin' track
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Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right...), Method Man
Pre-chorus 1
Chorus 1
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Verse 1
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
until you run that mouth
Then I'mma have the plague,
and break the fuck out
after one round with X
And what am I bringin' next?
Just know it's Red and Meth
Shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up,
Pre-chorus 2
while we fuck this track up
Chorus 2
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Verse 2
When I let these nuts hang,
focus, it's Wu-Tang
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, Supersoakers
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
So what, I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up
Verse 3
you motherfuckers tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum,
I'm jackin' niggas up in limos
to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
on the baboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up
In high school,
I dealt only with the classroom sluts
Verse 4
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Doc and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit
Verse 5
On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it
I crack 'em all a Guinness
Fuck how many thugs, players and ballers in it
Pre-chorus 3
Boys that'll run up in your white mall and spill it
Chorus 3
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Verse 6
than that kid with the parka (uh)
Bald head with the boots
who shoots to make it spark
Quicker than the hair-trigga,
so if you dare nigga
hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin' on yourself,
'cause you already dead
Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket
My mom's never let me forget,
that I'm a bastard
That's why I take shit, whenever I see 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 your man straight up out
While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing
Pre-chorus 4
but yo' mouth
Chorus 4
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Verse 7
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit
Because we get it on (when?),
every day and every night (oh)
Well, we doin' it all the time
So you better get some better beats and uh,
get some better rhymes
Pre-chorus 5
Chorus 5
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Outro 1
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Ruff Ryders, punk
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[Fade out]
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