Rollin' (urban Assault Vehicle)

2 Fast 2 Furious

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    [Fred Durst]
    Play the fuckin track!
    Play that fuckin 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 fuck, quit pressin your luck
    Untouchable, branded unfuckable
    So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
    Then I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck 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 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!!!

    [HOOK]

    [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 fuck'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 fuck up!

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    [Redman]
    Yo, yo
    Now when we roll, you motherfuckers 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 fuck 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

    [Redman]
    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
    Fuck 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
    PPPPPPP P- P- POW!
    [AAAAAAAAAHH!]
    Yo he said c'mon!!

    [HOOK]

    [DMX]
    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 FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

    [DMX bark]
    AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

    [HOOK]

    [Durst]
    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!

    [HOOK]

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

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