Limp Bizkit - Rollin Şarkı Sözü

Rollin'


Play that fuckin' track!

Play that fuckin' track!

(Oh there it is)


Limp Bizkit, DMX (Wha?)

Redman, that's right y'all,

Method Man, we just keep on rollin' baby


Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?


Move in,Move out

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me what cha` gonna do now

Breathe in, breathe out

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now (come on)


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)

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'ma have to play, and brake 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?


Move in, move out,

Hands up, now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now

breathe in, breathe out

Hands up, now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now (come on)


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'

(Ah what? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me?)


Check my, dangerous slang atrocious,

When I let these nutz hang, focus it's Wu-Tang

What the fuck's a Hootie And The Blowfish

I wave my black flag at the roaches

Who approches, these twin supersoakers

Who have poisenous darts for culprits

Too late to get your blow gun unholstered

You're left buttered up and lightly toasted

So what I drink and smoke to much

So what, I cuss to much, shut the fuck up


Now when we roll, you motherfuckers turn in your gold,

Cause for the platinum I'm jackin' niggaz 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, loud as hell, and tattooed up

I'm a dawg only fuck in the bathroom (what?)

In high school I dealt only with the classroom sluts


My name is: Johny, Donny, Brasco, tuck the gat low,

Cut your cash flow, yell if you want money (Ahhhhhhhhh)

Funny, a hungry nigga snatch crumbs from me,

Dark and hard mix bodies in the mosh pit


And I'm the DO, you 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 pull your back who swore up in it

Anyone can match me, I'm ***** 'em all the Guiness

Fuck how many thugs, and playas, and ballas in it

Brick city, Shao-Lin better call us sinners

Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it


(AAAAAAA) (He said come on!)


move in, move out,

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now

I breathe in I breathe out

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now (come on)


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'


It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka

Bald head with the boots, he shoots to make it spark

I'm a fair nigga, but ain't there a nigga

Quicker then the hair trigga so you dead nigga,

It'll be like your man, tryin' to hold your brain to your head

But you'll be shittin' on yourself, cause you already dead

And at the funeral you won't need a casket,

I'm leavin' just enough for them to stuff you in a basket


A tisket, a tasket (what?), i really need my ass kicked (what?)

My mom's never let me forget that I'm a bastard

Ain't never been shit and ain't gonna be shit,

That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit

It's just that D 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 I'll be runnin' where your man straight up out

You niggaz ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but your mouths


move in, move out,

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now

breathe in, breathe out

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now (come on)


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)

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're doin' it all the time (what?)

So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes (dough!)


But if you really really really wanna get shit started

Then people everywhere just get retarded

Get retarded Get retarded

Then people everywhere just get retarded


move in, move out,

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now

breathe in, breathe out

Hands up now hands down,

Back up, back up

Tell me whatcha` gonna do now (come on)


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(wha?)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'(uh)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' rollin'


That's right baby, watch out punk

Limp Bizkit

DMX

Method Man

Red Man

Swizz Beats

Where the fuck you at?


Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit

Rough Riders, Punk!