Limp Bizkit - Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)

Alright, partner
Keep on rollin', baby
You know what time it is

(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your, your hands up)
Ladies and gentlemen (throw your, throw, throw your)
(Throw your, your, your hands, your, your hands up)
Chocolate Starfish (throw your hands up)
Wanna keep on rolling, baby (throw, your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)

I 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' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Now I know why'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 (yeah!)
One, two, three times two to the six
Jonesin' for your fix with the Limp Bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at punk?
Shut the fuck up and back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up

(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw, throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)

I 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' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

You want to 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)
Yeah, 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!)
We got the gang set so don't complain yet
24/7 never begging for a raincheck
Old school soldiers passing out the hot shit
That rock shit puttin' bounce in the mosh pit

(Throw your hands up)
(Throw, throw your hands up)
(Throw, throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)

I 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' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Hey ladies (where you at?), hey fellas (where you at?)
And the people who don't give a fuck (where you at?)
All the lovers (where you at?), all the haters (where you at?)
And all the people that call themselves players (where you at?)
Hot mommas (where you at?), pimp daddies (where you at?)
And all the people rolling up in Cadies (where you at?)
Hey rockers (where you at?), hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world

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' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

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' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Written by:
John Everett Otto, Kasseem Dean, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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