Rollin` (urban Assault Vehicle) Lyrics

Rollin` (urban Assault Vehicle) lyrics

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!