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Alright partner
keep on rollin' baby You know what time it is Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out Thanks The Limp Bizkit 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit You can't mess with the Bizkit Cause we get it on Everyday and everynight See this platnuim thing right here Well we're doin it all the time So you better get some better beats And uh get some better rhymes We got the game set So don't complain yet 24 7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers hip hoppers And everybody all around the world 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco? I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell Got lost in Boston lookin for the tea party Met a child molester in Worchester Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin Phoenix I get silly when I play in Philly Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy And I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in Cleveland Found my lucky coin in Des Moine And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We get the swing from new Orleans Ft worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA What can I say, I can't name em all So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I can't help but believe in these friends These bands, these tours and these places I've been I thank God, Mom
Dad Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so then life would really blow To the firm, you always got my back. Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracks My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great Scott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody can Wu-Tang Clan skills from the Method The worlds best MC kills on this record Slim Shady, crazy ass cracker Staind, a brand new drug for your brain Les Claypool, for actin like a fool and all of the bands with the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank I will some other time Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I've been around this world and then some Dumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from? I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious An MC with bad habits I am I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it? Comin raw with no corrections Savin all perfection's for what I do with my erections So dream on! |
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