Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) Lyrics

[Fred Durst]
Play the f**kin track!
Play that f**kin track!! Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit! DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right y'all) Method Man
We just keep on rollin baby
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[HOOK: Fred Durst]
Move in now move out!
Hands up, now hands down!
Back up! Back up!
Tell me what you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now breathe out!
Hands up, now hands down!
Back up! Back up!
Tell me what you gonna do now! (C'mon!)
You keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (What!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

[Fred Durst]
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, than we don't care
See I, ain't givin a f**k, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded unf**kable
So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then I'ma have the plague, and break the f**k out
And then we'll see who's left, after one round wit X
And what am I bringin next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the f**k you at punk? Shut the f**k up!
And back the f**k up, while we f**k this track up!

Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!


[Method Man]
Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
Check my, dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
What the f**k's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my Black Flag at the roaches
who approaches, these twin, supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the f**k up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherf**kers tuck 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 babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog only f**k in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

[Method Man]
My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented
on Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on your back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness
f**k how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
Yo he said c'mon!!


It just don't get no darker than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann nigga
quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin on yourslef cause you, already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' 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 you and your man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't runnin a f**kIN thing but yo' mouth

[DMX bark]


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 doin it all the time (what?)
So you better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, really wanna get shit started
Well people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded!


That's right baby!
Watch out punk!
Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman!
And Swizz Beatz!
Where the f**k you at?! [DMX bark]
Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit!
Ruff Ryders! Punk!
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