[Intro]
Go fuck yourself! Limp Bizkit!
Polow! Check one two!
And I glo' it up! Oh, come on!
Yo! Boil up!
T-Turn it up!
Y'all ready for this?
[Hook: Limp Bizkit]
They say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe
We drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
They say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe
We drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go, she ready to go
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go, she ready to go
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
[Verse 1: Fred Durst]
Come on, back it's the motherfuckin' Rock-God
I'm so poker-faced, ladies goin' Ga-Ga
That's right, it's Freddy D, the public enemy
You know, the one to have Britney droppin' to her knees
I don't give a fuck, I probably never will
Bitch, get at me if that ass is like Jessica Biel's
Who down with me tonight? You know, I'll treat you right
You shake for me until they turnin' on them ugly lights
Throw them fingers up, and finger-fuck the sky
She like the way we pump it, I call her pumpkin pie
I ain't about to lie, I came up in it high
You got a problem? I'll bust you in your fucking eye (player!)
"Baby, you're a rockstar!", I know who the fuck I am
40 million records later, I am still the fuckin' man
I came to rock, all she wants to do is roll
Now she at my house slidin' up and down that pole
Go fuck yourself! Limp Bizkit!
Polow! Check one two!
And I glo' it up! Oh, come on!
Yo! Boil up!
T-Turn it up!
Y'all ready for this?
[Hook: Limp Bizkit]
They say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe
We drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
They say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe
We drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go, she ready to go
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go, she ready to go
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
[Verse 1: Fred Durst]
Come on, back it's the motherfuckin' Rock-God
I'm so poker-faced, ladies goin' Ga-Ga
That's right, it's Freddy D, the public enemy
You know, the one to have Britney droppin' to her knees
I don't give a fuck, I probably never will
Bitch, get at me if that ass is like Jessica Biel's
Who down with me tonight? You know, I'll treat you right
You shake for me until they turnin' on them ugly lights
Throw them fingers up, and finger-fuck the sky
She like the way we pump it, I call her pumpkin pie
I ain't about to lie, I came up in it high
You got a problem? I'll bust you in your fucking eye (player!)
"Baby, you're a rockstar!", I know who the fuck I am
40 million records later, I am still the fuckin' man
I came to rock, all she wants to do is roll
Now she at my house slidin' up and down that pole
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