เนื้อเพลง rollin – Limp Bizkit

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ศิลปิน : Limp Bizkit

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Play the f*ckin’ track!

Play that f*ckin’ track!

Oh there it is

Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that’s right y’all, Method Man

We just keep on Rollin’ baby

Are you ready?! (3x)

(Chorus 1)

Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Breath in, now breath out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you’re gonna do now

(Chorus 2)

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Uggh

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

What?

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Uggh

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Now I know y’all be lovin’ this sh*t right here

L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here

People in the house put them hands in the air

Cuz if you don’t care, then we don’t care

See I ain’t giving a f*ck

Quit pressing your luck

Untouchable, branded unf*ckable

So keep me in this cage

Until you run that mouth

Then Ima have to plague

And break the f*ck out

And then we’ll see who’s left

After one round with X

And what am I bringing next?

Just know it’s Red and Meth

So where the f*ck you at?

Punk, shut the f*ck up

And back the f*ck up

While we f*ck this track up

Are you ready?! (3x)

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

Oh what, y’all thought y’all weren’t goin’ to see me?

Check my dangerous slang

Atrocious

When I let these nuts hang

Focus

It’s Wutang

What the f*ck’s a Hootie and the Blowfish

I wave my black flag at the roaches

Who approach us

These twin supersoakers

Who have poisonous darts for cobras

Too late to get your blowgun unholstered

You’re left buttered up and lightly toasted

So what?

I drink and smoke too much

So what?

I cus too much

Shut the f*ck the up

Now when we roll

You motherf*ckers toppin’ your goal

Cause for the platinum

I’m jackin’ niggers up in limos

It ain’t nothin’ for bullets

To unbutton your clothes

This wretched yellow mellow tissue

Up in his nose

You bitches

Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts

I’m hairy as hell

Ahh to hell

And tatooed up

I’m a dog

Only f*ck in the bathroom, what?

In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe

Talk the gat low

Cut your cash flow

Yell if you want money

Funny how hungry they’ll be

Snatch crumbs from me

Dark and hard

Mix bodies in the mosh pit

Yo, and I’m the D.O.

You’re 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 on your back

Whose whore’s up in it

Anyone can match me

I crack ’em all a Guinness

f*ck how many thugs are playas?

A ball is in it

Brick city, Shaolin

Better call ’em sinners

Boys that’ll run up in your

White mall and spill it

Yo, peace and come on!

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

It just don’t get no darker than that

Kid with the park

Go ahead with the boots

And shoots to make it spark

Now I’m a fair nigger

But ain’t there nigger

Quicker than the hair trigger

Took you dead nigger

It’d better like

Yo man, trying to hold your brains

In your head

But you’ll be sh*tting on yourself

Cause you’re already dead

And at the funeral you won’t need a casket

I’m leaving just enough

For them to stuff their basket

A tisket

a tasket

I really need my ass kicked

My mom’s never let me forget

That I’m a bastard

I aint never been sh*t

ain’t gonna be sh*t

That’s why I take sh*t

Whenever I see sh*t

And to their D sh*t

D Sharper

Do what I wanna do

And that’s what I’m gonna do

Right here in front of you

And I’ll be running you

And your man, straight up out

You niggers aint running a f*ckin’ thing

But your mouth

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)

You cant 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 doing it all the time (what?)

So you’d better get some better beats

And uh, get some better rhymes (doh!)

And if you really really really wanna get sh*t started

Then people everywhere just get retarded

Get retarded!, Get retarded!

People everywhere just get retarded!

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

That’s right baby!

Punk

Limp Bizkit

DMX

Method Man

RedMan

Swizz Beats

Where the f*ck you at?

f*ck that sh*t! (4x)

Rough Riders!

f*ck!

———-

Alright partner

Keep on rollin’ baby

You know what time it is

Chocolate starfish

Keep on rollin’ baby

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

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (what)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (come on)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (yeah)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

Now I know y’all be lov’in 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

1, 2, 3, times two to the six

Jonesin’ for your fix of that Limp Bizkit mix

So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up

And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up

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

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (what)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (come on)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (yeah)

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

Every day, and every night (oh)

And this platinum thing right here(uh, huh)

Yo we’re doin’ it all the time(what)

So you better get some beats and a get some better rhymes (dough)

We got the gang set so don’t complain yet

Twenty four seven never beggin’ for a rain check

Old school soldiers blastin’ out the hot shit that rock shit

Puttin’ bounce in the mosh pit

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

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (come on)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (what)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (yeah)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

Hey ladies, hey fellas and the people that don’t give a fuck

All the lovers, all the haters

And all the people that call themselves players

Hot mamas, pimp daddies and the people rollin’ up in caddies

Hey rockers, hip hoppers and everybody all around the world

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

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (yeah)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (what)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (come on)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

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

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (what)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (come on)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (yeah)

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

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