Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle): acordes por 
Limp Bizkit 
Tom: Bb minor•
Intro 1
Play the fuckin' track
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Play that fuckin' track (Oh, there it is)
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Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right...), Method Man
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We just keep on rollin, baby
Pre-chorus 1
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Are you ready?
Chorus 1
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Move in, now move out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Breathe in, now breathe out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Verse 1
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Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
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People in the house, put them hands in the air
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
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See, I ain't givin' a fuck,
quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
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So keep me in this cage,
until you run that mouth
Then I'mma have the plague,
and break the fuck out
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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
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So where the fuck you at punk?
Shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up,
Pre-chorus 2
while we fuck this track up
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Are you ready?
Chorus 2
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Move in now move out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Breathe in, now breathe out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Verse 2
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Check my dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang,
focus, it's Wu-Tang
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What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, Supersoakers
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Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
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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
Verse 3
you motherfuckers tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum,
I'm jackin' niggas up in limos
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It ain't nothin', for bullets
to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
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You bitches, swing the vine
on the baboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up
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I'm a dog, only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school,
I dealt only with the classroom sluts
Verse 4
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...name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
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Yell if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Doc and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit
Verse 5
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...the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
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Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it
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Anyone can match me,
I crack 'em all a Guinness
Fuck how many thugs, players and ballers in it
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Brick city, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Pre-chorus 3
Boys that'll run up in your white mall and spill it
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Yeah (Aah...)
Chorus 3
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Move in now move out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Breathe in, now breathe out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Verse 6
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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
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Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't their nigga
Quicker than the hair-trigga,
so if you dare nigga
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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
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And at the funeral you won't need a casket
Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket
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A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked
My mom's never let me forget,
that I'm a bastard
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I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit
That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit
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It's just that D shit,
D's short for "Do what I wanna do"
And that's what I'm gonna do,
right here in front of you
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And I'll be runnin' you
and your man straight up out
While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing
Pre-chorus 4
but yo' mouth
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[Barking] (Aah...)
Chorus 4
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Move in now move out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Breathe in, now breathe out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Verse 7
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You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit?
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit
Because we get it on (when?),
every day and every night (oh)
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Hear this platinum thing right here?
Well, we doin' it all the time
So you better get some better beats and uh,
get some better rhymes
Pre-chorus 5
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But if you really, really, wanna get shit started
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Well people everywhere just get retarded
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Get retarded, get retarded
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People everywhere, just get retarded
Chorus 5
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Move in now move out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Breathe in, now breathe out,
hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
tell me what ya gonna do now
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
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Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Outro 1
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
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Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man,
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Redman and Swizz Beatz
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Where the fuck you at?
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Bark that shit
Ruff Ryders, punk
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[Fade out]
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