Rollin' - DJ Monk-Vs-The Track Mack Remix (Explicit Version)

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?

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now 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'

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, then 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'mma have the plague, and break the fuck 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 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?

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now 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'

(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

Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold

'Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin' niggas 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 baboon nuts

I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up

I'm a dog, only fuck in the bathroom, what?

In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

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

Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit

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 Paul was in it

Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it

Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all a 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

Aah c'mon

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now 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'

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 nigga, but ain't nan nigga (uh)

Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga (uh c'mon)

It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo' brain to yo' head

But you'll be shittin' on yourself, 'cause you already dead

And at the funeral you won't need a casket (uh)

Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh Uh)

A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what? What?)

My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard (what?)

I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit (uh uh)

That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit (uh uh)

It's just that D shit, D's short for "Do what I wanna do" (yeah)

And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you (yeah yeah)

And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out (uh)

While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo)

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now 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'

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 (duh)

You really, really, really wanna get shit started?

Well people everywhere, just get retarded

Get retarded, get retarded

People everywhere, just get retarded

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now 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'

That's right, baby

Watch out, punk

Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz

Where the fuck you at?

Bump that shit

Bump that shit

Bump that shit

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