ROLLIN'
DMX/Limp Bizkit/Method Man/Redman Lyrics


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Play the fuckin' track
Play that fuckin' track
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
We just keep on rollin, baby
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

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
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
See, I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then I'mma have the plague, and break the fuck out
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
So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up

Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

(Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?)
Check my dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu-Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, Supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
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

Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin' niggas up in limos
It ain't nothin', for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the baboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog, only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit

And I'm the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all a Guinness
Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick city, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

Aah c'mon

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

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 (what?)
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nan nigga (uh)
Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga (uh c'mon)
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
And at the funeral you won't need a casket (uh)
Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh Uh)
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what? What?)
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard (what?)
I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit (uh uh)
That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit (uh uh)
It's just that D shit, D's short for "Do what I wanna do" (yeah)
And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you (yeah yeah)
And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out (uh)
While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo)

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

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 doin' it all the time (what?)
So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes (duh)
You really, really, really wanna get shit started?
Well people everywhere, just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded
People everywhere, just get retarded

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

That's right, baby
Watch out, punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz
Where the fuck you at?
Bump that shit
Bump that shit




Bump that shit
Ruff Ryders Punk

Overall Meaning

The song "Rollin'" by Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, and Redman is a fusion of rap and rock, and the lyrics are about keeping the energy up and rolling on through life's challenges. The lyrics speak about moving in and moving out, keeping hands up, and backing up. There's an implicit challenge to the listener to keep up with the pace of the song and the demands of life. The artists also send a warning to anyone who dares to mess with them.


The song opens with DMX and Redman trading verses, while Limp Bizkit provides the chorus. Each artist brings a unique style to the track, with DMX's powerful rap, Redman's freestyle, Limp Bizkit's rock vibe, and Method Man's Wu-Tang flow. Throughout the song, the artists encourage the listener to keep pushing through the obstacles and never give up.


The chorus repeats the phrase "keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'" several times, which gives the track a catchy and energetic feel. The song also features an instrumental break with Swizz Beatz providing a hype signal for rolling.


Line by Line Meaning

Play the fuckin' track
Start playing the track, no holds barred


Play that fuckin' track
Play the track with intensity and aggression


Oh, there it is
Expressing satisfaction upon hearing the track


Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?) Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
Introducing the artists involved in the song


We just keep on rollin, baby
Continuously moving forward and making progress


Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Asking if the listeners are prepared for what's about to come


Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Instructing the audience to get into a rhythm, creating excitement


Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Challenging the listener to come up with a response or plan of action


Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Encouraging the audience to engage in deep breaths and physical movements


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Continue with the momentum and drive, moving forward unrelenting


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Emphasizing the message of constant motion and progress


Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
Acknowledging the audience's appreciation for the music being played


L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
Asserting the presence and prominence of Limp Bizkit


People in the house, put them hands in the air
Encouraging the crowd to raise their hands in a show of enthusiasm and support


'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
If the audience isn't invested, the performers won't be either


See, I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck
Asserting an uncaring attitude towards those trying to test or provoke


Untouchable, branded unfuckable
Unassailable, beyond reproach or harm


So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Being confined and restrained until someone decides to speak ill or challenge


Then I'mma have the plague, and break the fuck out
Responding aggressively once provoked, unleashing chaos


And then we'll see who's left, after one round with X
Testing the strength and resilience of those who dare to stand against DMX


And what am I bringin' next? Just know it's Red and Meth
Teasing the listeners with the upcoming verses from Redman and Method Man


So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up
Challenging those who talk negatively, demanding silence


And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up
Urging people to step back and witness the explosive performance


Check my dangerous slang atrocious
Highlighting the offensive and powerful nature of the lyrics


When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu-Tang
Drawing attention to the strong and influential reputation of the Wu-Tang Clan


What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?
Expressing disdain for a less respected musical act


I wave my black flag at the roaches
Asserting dominance and fearlessness towards those of lower status


Who approaches, these twin, Supersoakers
Referring to himself and Redman as a formidable duo, ready to attack


Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Having sharp and harmful lyrics for those who cross their path


Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
Being too slow to defend oneself against their assault


You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
Leaving the opposition in disarray and vulnerable


So what, I drink and smoke too much
Indicating a disregard for excessive substance use


So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up
Dismissively responding to criticisms about language and behavior


Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold
Causing fear and intimidation, making others hide their valuables


'Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin' niggas up in limos
Showing a willingness to do whatever it takes to obtain success and wealth


It ain't nothin', for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Capable of inflicting harm and violence without hesitation


Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
Providing a vivid description of a wounded target


You bitches, swing the vine on the baboon nuts
Insulting and demeaning those who try to challenge them


I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up
Having a rugged and rebellious appearance, associated with danger


I'm a dog, only fuck in the bathroom, what?
Asserting promiscuity and a disregard for societal norms


In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts
Recalling past experiences with casual relationships


My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco
Introducing oneself under a different name, referencing a famous undercover agent


Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
Keeping the gun hidden, threatening to disrupt financial stability


Yell if you want money, funny
Mocking those who demand money but struggle to earn it


A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Taking advantage of the needy and vulnerable


Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit
Referring to violence and chaos in a concert setting


And I'm the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented
Asserting dominance and innovation in the music scene


On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
Displaying an impressive ability to rap for an extended period of time


Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
Leaving a strong and memorable impact, like a notorious character


Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it
Overcoming rivals and leaving them defeated, invoking the Wu-Tang Clan


Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all a Guinness
Challenging others to measure up, expressing confidence in superior skills


Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it
Disregarding the presence of others, as they hold no significance


Brick city, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Representing their respective cities and inviting attention and criticism


Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
Boasting about their ability to steal the affections of others


It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka (uh)
Highlighting a sinister and dangerous individual


Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark (what?)
Describing a tough-looking person who can create chaos


Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nan nigga (uh)
Asserting fairness while also warning not to provoke


Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga (uh c'mon)
Reacting swiftly to any provocation, encouraging action


It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo' brain to yo' head
Comparing engaging with them to an impossible struggle


But you'll be shittin' on yourself, 'cause you already dead
Indicating that facing them will result in overwhelming fear and defeat


And at the funeral you won't need a casket (uh)
Insinuating that the person will be completely destroyed, no remains left


Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh Uh)
Leaving behind only a small amount to be disposed of, complete annihilation


A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what? What?)
Feeling invincible, even in the face of criticism


My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard (what?)
Reflecting on an upbringing that constantly reminds them of their illegitimacy


I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit (uh uh)
Accepting a perceived lack of worth and refusing to change


That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit (uh uh)
Justifying a life of negativity and petty actions


It's just that D shit, D's short for "Do what I wanna do" (yeah)
Living life on their own terms, with no regard for societal norms


And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you (yeah yeah)
Demonstrating their rebellious nature and disregard for expectations


And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out (uh)
Taking control and removing any opposition or challenge


While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo)
Belittling those who talk a big game but lack real action


You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
Challenging anyone who wants to provoke or compete with Limp Bizkit


You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Asserting the superior status and ability of Limp Bizkit


Because we get it on (when?), Every day and every night (oh)
Revealing a consistent and relentless work ethic


See this platinum thing right here? (Uh-huh?) well, we doin' it all the time (what?)
Highlighting their continuous success and attainment of platinum records


So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes (duh)
Challenging others to improve their skills and compete at a higher level


You really, really, really wanna get shit started?
Provoking others to initiate conflict or competition


Well people everywhere, just get retarded
Encouraging the crowd to lose inhibition and go wild


Get retarded, get retarded
Urging the audience to embrace a state of uninhibited excitement and energy


That's right, baby
Expressing confidence and satisfaction with their performance


Watch out, punk
Warning others to be cautious and expect confrontation


Where the fuck you at?
Challenging anyone who dares to oppose or confront


Bump that shit
Encouraging the audience to turn up the volume and enjoy the music


Ruff Ryders Punk
Acknowledging the involvement and support of the Ruff Ryders collective




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kasseem Dean, Earl Simmons, Fred Durst, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith

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