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Les paroles de Rollin Urban Assault Vehicle:
| | | Artiste: | Bizkit Limp |
| | Album: | Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavoured Water | | Titre: | Rollin Urban Assault Vehicle | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 256 fois | | | | Paroles: | 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?
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