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letra de rollin' (urban assault vehicle) - limp bizkit


play the f-cking track!
play that f-cking track!
oh there it is
limp bizkit, dmx, redman, that’s right you all, method man
we just keep on rollin’, baby

are you ready?!
are you ready?!
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’
keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

now i know you all be lovin’ this sh-t right here
bizkit is right here
people in the house put them hands in the air
’cause if you don’t care then we don’t care
see i ain’t giving a f-ck
when pressing your luck
untouchable, branded unf-ckable
so keep me in this cage
until you run that mouth
then i might have to play
and break the f-ck 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 f-ck you at?
punk, shut the f-ck up
and back the f-ck up
while we f-ck this track up

are you ready?!


oh what, you all thought you all were promotion me?
check my dangerous slang
when i let these nuts hang
it’s wutang
what the f-ck’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 f-ck the up

now when we roll
you motherf-ckers turn in your gold
’cause for the platinum
i’m jackin’ n-gg-rs up in limos
it ain’t nothin’ for bullets
to unb-tton your clothes
this wretched yellow mellow tissue
up in his nose
you b-tches

swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
i’m hairy as h-ll
ah to h-ll
and tattooed up
i’m a dog
only f-ck in the bathroom, what?
in highschool i dealt only with the cl-ssroom sl-ts

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 wh-r-‘s up in it
anyone can match me
i crack ’em all a guinness
f-ck how many thugs are players?
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!


it just don’t get no darker than that
kid with the parka
go ahead with the boots
and shoots to make it spark
now i’m a fair n-gg-r
but ain’t there n-gg-r
quicker than the hair trigger
took you dead n-gg-r
it’d better like
yo man, trying to hold your breath
in your head
’cause you’ll be sh-tting 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 -ss kicked
my mom never let me forget
that i’m a b-st-rd
i ain’t never been sh-t
there ain’t gonna be sh-t
that’s why i take sh-t
whenever i see sh-t
and to their d sh-t
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 n-gg-rs ain’t running a f-cking thing
but your mouth


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’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 sh-t started
then people everywhere just get r-t-rded
get r-t-rded!
people everywhere just get r-t-rded!


that’s right baby!
what now punk
limp bizkit
method man
red man
swizz beats
where the f-ck you at?
punk that sh-t!

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