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letra de crazy fred - pluffaduff

[intro: fred durst, dmx]
play the f-ckin’ track!
play that f-ckin’ track! (oh, there it is.)

limp bizkit! dmx! (…what?!)
redman! (that’s right, y’all!) method man! (barking)
we just keep on rollin, baby!
are you ready? (yelling) are you ready? are you ready?!

[hook: fred durst, dmx]
now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c’mon!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (…what?!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

[verse 1]
now i know y’all be lovin this sh-t 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, then we don’t care!
see, i ain’t givin’ a f-ck, quit pressin’ your luck
untouchable, branded unf-ckable
so keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
then i’mma have the plague, and break the f-ck out
and then we’ll see who’s left, after one round with x
and what am i bringin’ 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!
[bridge: fred durst, dmx]
are you ready? (yelling) are you ready? are you ready?!

[hook: fred durst, dmx, method man]
now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c’mon!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (…what?!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
(oh what, y’all thought y’all wasn’t gon’ see me?)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

[verse 2: method man, redman]
check my dangerous slang atrocious
when i let these nuts hang, focus, it’s wu-tang
what the f-ck’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 b-ttered up and lightly toasted
so what, i drink and smoke too much
so what i cuss too much (yo!), shut the (yo!) f-ck up!
[verse 3: redman]
now when we roll, you motherf-ckers tuck in your gold
’cause for the platinum, i’m jackin’ n-ggas up in limos
it ain’t nothin’, for bullets to unb-tton your clothes
description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
you b-tches, swing the vine on the baboon nuts
i’m hairy as h-ll, outta h-ll and tattooed up
i’m a dog only f-ck in the bathroom, what?
in high school, i dealt only with the classroom sl-ts

[verse 4: method man, redman, dmx]
my name is johnny, donnie brasco
tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
yell if you want money (yelling), funny
a hungry dummy sn-tch crumbs from me
docs and hot nix (yo!), bodies in (yo!) the mosh pit

[verse 5: redman]
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-ck 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
[bridge 2: fred durst, redman, crazy frog]
brrrrapapapapow!
(a ram me am brem da)
(am da rem ram am da baabeeeaaaaaaa…)
move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c’mon!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (…what?!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (…what?!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

[verse 6: dmx]
it just don’t get no darker than that kid with the parka (uh!)
bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark (what?!)
now i’m a fair n-gga, but ain’t nann n-gga (uh!)
quicker than the hair-trigga (uh!), so if you dare n-gga (c’mon!)
it’ll be like your man tryin’ to hold yo’ brain to yo’ head
but you’ll be sh-ttin’ on yourself, ’cause you already dead
and at the funeral you won’t need a casket (uh!)
leavin’ just enough of him (uh!) to stuff (uh!) in a basket (uh!)
a tisket a tasket (what?!), i really need my ass kicked (what?!)
my moms never let me forget, that i’m a b-st-rd (what?!)
i ain’t never been sh-t (uh!), and ain’t gon’ be sh-t (uh!)
that’s why i take sh-t (uh!), whenever i see sh-t (uh!)
it’s just that d sh-t (c’mon!), d’s short for do what i wanna do (yeah!)
and that’s what i’m gonna do (yeah!), right here in front of you (yeah!)
and i’ll be runnin you and your man straight up out (uh!)
while y’all n-ggas ain’t runnin’ a f-ckin’ thing but yo’ mouth (woo!)

[outro: fred durst, dmx]
(barking, yelling)

now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down
back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c’mon!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (…what?!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)
keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (uh!)

- pluffaduff

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