Play the fucking track!

Play that fucking track!!

Oh there it is

Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man

That's right y'all

We just keep on rollin baby

Are you ready...

Are you ready...

Are you ready!!!



HOOK:

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!]

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

Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care

See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck

Untouchable, branded unfuckable

So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth

Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out

And then we'll see you slept 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