Rollin'

Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

Featuring Method Man, Redman, DMX 

Play the fucken' track! 

Play that fucken' 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?! 

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 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

What? 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

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 

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

See I ain't giving a fuck 

When pressing your luck 

Untouchable, branded unfuckable 

So keep me in this cage 

Until you run that mouth 

Then I might have to play 

And break the fuck 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 fuck you at? 

Punk, shut the fuck up 

And back the fuck up 

While we fuck this track up 

Are you ready?! 

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 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

What? 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me? 

Check my dangerous slang 

Atrocious 

When I let these nuts hang 

Focus 

It's Wutang 

What the fuck'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 copers 

Too late to get your blowgun unholsted 

You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted 

So what? 

I drink and smoke too much 

So what? 

I cut too much 

Shut the fuck the up 

Now when we roll 

You mutherfuckers turn in your gold 

Cause for the platinum 

I'm jackin' niggers up in limos 

It aint 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 fuck 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 spit 

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 Guiness 

Fuck 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! 

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 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

What? 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

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 breath 

In your head 

Cause you'll be shitting 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 

But their skippin' 

Task it 

I'm gonna need my ass kicked 

My mom never let me forget 

That I'm a bastard 

I aint never been shit 

There ain't gonna be shit 

That's why I take shit 

But if I see shit 

And to their D shit 

D Sharp 

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 

Wait up man, stand up out 

Yeah niggers aint running a fucken' thing 

But your mouth 

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 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

What? 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

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 (d'oh!) 

And if you really really really wanna get shit started 

Then people everywhere just get retarded 

Get retarded! 

People everywhere just get retarded! 

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 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

What? 

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Uggh 

That's right baby! 

Punk 

Limp Bizkit 

DMX 

Method Man 

Method Man 

Swizz Beats 

Where the fuck you at? 

Punk that shit!