[00:00.00] 作词 : Clifford Smith/Reggie Noble/Fred Durst/Earl Simmons
[00:00.09] 作曲 : Kaseem Dean/Clifford Smith/Reggie Noble/Earl Simmons
[00:00.18]Play the ****ing track!
[00:02.49]Play that ****ing track!
[00:03.93]Oh there it is
[00:05.16]Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right you all, Method Man
[00:11.49]We just keep on rollin', baby
[00:16.20]Are you ready?!
[00:16.92]Are you ready?!
[00:18.90]Are you ready?!
[00:24.36]Move in, now move out
[00:25.26]Hands up, now hands down
[00:26.85]Back up, back up
[00:27.87]Tell me what you're gonna do now
[00:29.49]Breath in, now breath out
[00:31.02]Hands up, now hands down
[00:32.13]Back up, back up
[00:33.21]Tell me what you're gonna do now
[00:35.85]Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
[00:37.23]Uggh
[00:37.44]Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
[00:43.14]What?
[00:43.35]Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
[00:45.24]Uggh
[00:45.30]Now I know you all be lovin' this shit right here
[00:48.21]L.I.M.P
[00:49.38]Bizkit is right here
[00:51.18]People in the house put them hands in the air
[00:53.49]'cause if you don't care then we don't care
[00:56.13]See I ain't giving a ****
[00:58.20]When pressing your luck
[00:59.58]Untouchable, branded un****able
[01:01.71]So keep me in this cage
[01:03.12]Until you run that mouth
[01:04.32]Then I might have to play
[01:05.67]And break the **** out
[01:07.05]And then we'll see who's left
[01:08.22]After one round with X
[01:09.72]And what am I bringing next?
[01:10.89]Just know it's Red and Meth
[01:12.39]So where the **** you at?
[01:13.50]Punk, shut the **** up
[01:15.03]And back the **** up
[01:16.17]While we **** this track up
[01:20.19]Are you ready?!
[01:34.65]Oh what, you all thought you all were promotion me?
[01:49.41]Check my dangerous slang
[01:51.12]Atrocious
[01:51.84]When I let these nuts hang
[01:53.22]Focus
[01:53.79]It's Wutang
[01:54.48]What the ****'s a Hootie and the Blowfish
[01:56.40]I wave my black flag at the roaches
[01:58.32]Who approach us
[01:59.01]These twin supersoakers
[02:00.39]Who have poisonous darts for copers
[02:02.34]Too late to get your blowgun unholsted
[02:04.32]You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted
[02:06.33]So what?
[02:06.99]I drink and smoke too much
[02:08.37]So what?
[02:08.79]I cut too much
[02:09.69]Shut the **** the up
[02:10.65]Now when we roll
[02:11.64]You mother****ers turn in your gold
[02:13.32]'cause for the platinum
[02:14.37]I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
[02:16.11]It ain't nothin' for bullets
[02:17.55]To unbutton your clothes
[02:18.84]This wretched yellow mellow tissue
[02:20.58]Up in his nose
[02:21.54]You bitches
[02:22.14]Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
[02:24.36]I'm hairy as hell
[02:25.14]Ah to hell
[02:25.77]And tattooed up
[02:26.94]I'm a dog
[02:27.60]Only **** in the bathroom, what?
[02:29.43]In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts
[02:32.07]My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe
[02:34.65]Talk the gat low
[02:35.46]Cut your cash flow
[02:36.57]Yell if you want money
[02:38.19]Funny how hungry they'll be
[02:39.57]Snatch crumbs from me
[02:40.68]Dark and hard
[02:41.49]Mix bodies in the mosh pit
[02:42.87]Yo, and I'm the D.O.
[02:43.68]You're lookin' at the raw invented
[02:45.42]On Friday I spit
[02:46.50]Thirty five to forty minutes
[02:48.18]Smell up the bathroom
[02:49.50]Like Craig Paul was in it
[02:50.88]Ending up on your back
[02:52.26]Whose whore's up in it
[02:53.58]Anyone can match me
[02:54.81]I crack 'em all a Guinness
[02:56.22]**** how many thugs are players?
[02:57.81]A ball is in it
[02:58.83]Brick city, Shaolin
[03:00.18]Better call 'em sinners
[03:01.44]Boys that'll run up in your
[03:02.91]White mall and spill it
[03:19.53]Yo, peace and come on!
[03:24.69]It just don't get no darker than that
[03:37.86]Kid with the Parka
[03:39.00]Go ahead with the boots
[03:40.20]And shoots to make it spark
[03:41.49]Now I'm a fair nigger
[03:42.69]But ain't there nigger
[03:43.83]Quicker than the hair trigger
[03:45.57]Took you dead nigger
[03:46.62]It'd better like
[03:47.31]Yo man, trying to hold your breath
[03:48.78]In your head
[03:49.17]'Cause you'll be shitting on yourself
[03:50.79]'cause you're already dead
[03:52.11]And at the funeral you won't need a casket
[03:54.39]I'm leaving just enough
[03:55.41]For them to stuff their basket
[03:57.15]But their skippin'
[03:57.87]Task it
[03:58.56]I'm gonna need my ass kicked
[03:59.70]My mom never let me forget
[04:01.35]That I'm a bastard
[04:02.49]I ain't never been ****ed
[04:03.78]There ain't gonna be shit
[04:05.01]That's why I take shit
[04:06.33]Whenever I see shit
[04:08.10]And to their D shit
[04:09.03]D Sharp
[04:09.81]Do what I wanna do
[04:11.10]And that's what I'm gonna do
[04:12.21]Right here in front of you
[04:13.44]And I'll be running you
[04:14.85]Wait up man, stand up out
[04:16.32]Yeah niggers ain't running a ****ing thing
[04:18.12]But your mouth
[04:50.46]You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
[04:52.32]You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
[04:53.73]Because we get it on (when?)
[04:54.93]Every day and every night (oh)
[04:56.22]See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh)
[04:57.69]Well we're doing it all the time (what?)
[04:59.01]So you'd better get some better beats
[05:00.12]And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!)
[05:01.62]And if you really really really wanna get shit started
[05:04.29]Then people everywhere just get retarded
[05:07.05]Get retarded!
[05:07.71]People everywhere just get retarded!
[05:34.59]That's right baby!
[05:35.76]What now punk
[05:37.35]Limp Bizkit
[05:38.19]DMX
[05:38.37]Method Man
[05:43.20]Red Man
[05:43.38]Swizz Beats
[05:44.22]Where the **** you at?
[05:45.21]Punk that shit!

作词 : Clifford Smith/Reggie Noble/Fred Durst/Earl Simmons
作曲 : Kaseem Dean/Clifford Smith/Reggie Noble/Earl Simmons
Play the ****ing track!
Play that ****ing 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'
Uggh
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Uggh
Now I know you 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 giving a ****
When pressing your luck
Untouchable, branded un****able
So keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth
Then I might have to play
And break the **** 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 **** you at?
Punk, shut the **** up
And back the **** up
While we **** this track up
Are you ready?!
Oh what, you all thought you all were promotion me?
Check my dangerous slang
Atrocious
When I let these nuts hang
Focus
It's Wutang
What the ****'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 **** the up
Now when we roll
You mother****ers turn in your gold
'cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
It ain't nothin' for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
This wretched yellow mellow tissue
Up in his nose
You bitches
Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Ah to hell
And tattooed up
I'm a dog
Only **** in the bathroom, what?
In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts
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 whore's up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all a Guinness
**** 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 nigger
But ain't there nigger
Quicker than the hair trigger
Took you dead nigger
It'd better like
Yo man, trying to hold your breath
In your head
'Cause you'll be shitting 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 ass kicked
My mom never let me forget
That I'm a bastard
I ain't never been ****ed
There ain't gonna be shit
That's why I take shit
Whenever I see shit
And to their D shit
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 niggers ain't running a ****ing 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 shit started
Then people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded!
People everywhere just get retarded!
That's right baby!
What now punk
Limp Bizkit
DMX
Method Man
Red Man
Swizz Beats
Where the **** you at?
Punk that shit!