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"N 2 Gether Now"
[Fred:] Who can be the boss?
Look up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes
Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
[Method Man] Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
[Method Man] Shut the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out
[Method Man:] They call me big John stud
My middle name mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
Our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the fuck up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the fuck up!
What? What?
[Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious
Word on the street is
They bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject
[Fred:] Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Now you're turned into stone
Without a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the zone
[Method Man] So shut the fuck up!
And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's whack
[Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo
When it's way down like that
Burnin up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin
And never even knew that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown
[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the fuck up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up!
Everybody N2 Gether now
Shut the fuck up!
What? What?
[Method Man:] It was over your head all day every day
S-I-N-Y
1-0-3-0-4
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
B-I-Z-K-I-T
Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on
Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think
psyco female blowin up the phone line
you need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
and now you duck,duck goose, I'm lettin loose
with the thirty-yard freestyle
labeled hostile by my profile
must be all the madness
you and all your tactics
jonesin' for my cash
got to make them pockets super phat
hey I'm a humble man
kicking out my jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
what's with all the business
I get payed to take the microphone and slay the stage
stay away from all the bros in my band
and all the fans and
all my friends is when the cash is coming in
or i'll be slammin them balls through the wall
with the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
no 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp
like a Chattanooga champ
that's all we need, another bad seed
planted on this earth motivated by greed
--prechorus--
you wanna play that game bitch
you make a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Wooah, you wanna play that game bitch
you take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
you're bad luck, you're soooooo...stuck
--chorus--
stuck deep down in that hole again
stuck, got your brain on my green again
stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
stuck you don't even know
all I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
far from suicidal
still I get them tendencies
bringing back them memories
that I really miss when I reminisce
rocking back in the '80's live
my attitude to do or die
once I was a maggot, but now I'm just super fly
bound for the boundaries
no limit G
phat ass rythems driven by my destiny
your style's in my pocket
proclaimed to regain that essence
pressin cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile
indeed i am, i am indeed hostile when it comes to greed
--prechorus--
you wanna play that game bitch
you make a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting
boy you wanna play that game bitch
you take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting
you're bad luck, you're soooooo...stuck
--chorus--
stuck deep down in that hole again
stuck, got your brain on my green again
stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
stuck you don't even know
aw yeah
ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that greed
yeah, yeah
all I know, all I know, yeah, is you must be fucked up in that head
i got a little problem, just one question, beyatch
why, why you wanna be like that
why, why you gotta be like that
you wanna be like that
why, why you wanna be like that -repeat x2
why, why you gotta be like that
why, why you wanna be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that
why, why, why you gotta be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that
why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
why, why, why you wanna be like that
why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fucking whore
--prechorus--
stuck on yourself, you are
you take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting
stuck on yourself you whore
you take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting
you're bad luck, you're soooooooo...stuck
--chorus--
stuck deep down in that hole again
stuck, got your brain on my green again
stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
stuck in your head you don't even know
live on tape beyotch, don't fuck with us
Lethal ha,ha Lethal
LIMP BIZKIT - Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) Lyrics
Play the f**ken' track!
Play that f**ken' track!
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right y'all, Method Man
We just keep on Rollin' baby
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 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, then we don't care
See I ain't giving a f**k
When pressing your luck
Untouchable, branded unf**kable
So keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth
Then I might have to play
And break the f**k 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**k you at?
Punk, shut the f**k up
And back the f**k up
While we f**k this track up
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
Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me?
Check my dangerous slang
Atrocious
When I let these nuts hang
Focus
It's Wutang
What the f**k'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**k the up
Now when we roll
You mutherf**kers turn in your gold
Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
It aint 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
Ahh to hell
And tatooed up
I'm a dog
Only f**k 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 Guiness
F**k how many thugs are playas?
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!
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
It just don't get no darker than that
Kid with the park
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 aint never been shit
There ain't gonna be shit
That's why I take shit
But if 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 aint running a f**ken' thing
But your mouth
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
You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
You cant 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!
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
That's right baby!
Punk
Limp Bizkit
DMX
Method Man
Method Man
Swizz Beats
Where the f**k you at?
Punk that shit!
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Najira wrote:Pearl Jam use to be named Mookie Blaylock.....just wonder if they were fans of the baller or whether the ballers folks were fans of them....maybe Blaylock's father is Eddie Weader(or however u spell his name)
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Paint the streets in white!�
Death is the standard�
Breach for a complex prize!�
I think it's sweet of you
And your parents are proud...
But I would expect it from anyone�
Now to protect life's indigenous sound!
Worship! Play, Play [x 3]
Worship! Play! Worship! Play
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play [x 3]
Worship! Play! Worship! Worship!
How the streets they swell!
While the animals make their way through the crowds!
If you keep listening you can hear it for miles...
God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile!�
Worship! Play, Play [x 4]
Worship!�Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship!�Worship!
Worship! Play, Play [x 4]
Worship!�Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship!�Worship! Worship!
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile!
It's the same sound... it's the same, same... sound....
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound!
Its the same sound! With the same sound...
Hexagram...
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Jae™ wrote:The Offspring went shite after Americana, which is a very good album. I'm not sure if they can go back to where they were, but as long as there's back catelogues we'll always be able to listen to the better songs
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Jowe wrote:hehe I don't listen to dream theater for the lyrics. Its like you said, since i'm a musician of sorts. I just listen to the guitar playing prowess.
But i will check out rush though since u seem high on them like i am with gnr.