Rollin'
DMX ft. Limp Bizkit Method Man Redman Lyrics
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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?
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
"Rollin'" is a rap rock song by Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, and Redman, featuring Swizz Beatz, from Limp Bizkit's third studio album, "Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water," released in 2000. The song was a massive commercial success for the band, peaking at number 65 on the Billboard Hot 100 and number 11 on the UK Singles Chart. The song features heavy metal riffs, catchy hooks, and lyrics about living life to the fullest and not caring what others think.
The song's refrain, "Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'," is an exercise in phonaesthetics, a combination of phonetics and aesthetics. The repetition of consonant sounds creates a rhythmic effect that makes the lyrics memorable and catchy. The song's verses, rapped by DMX, Method Man, and Redman, are mostly about their reputation as tough, dangerous rappers who will take on any challenge.
The music video for "Rollin'" features the band members riding motorcycles and playing in a desert landscape, with snippets of them rocking out on stage interspersed throughout. The video was directed by Fred Durst and was heavily influenced by biker culture and classic biker films like "Easy Rider."
Line by Line Meaning
Play the fuckin' track
Start playing the music right now
Play that fuckin' track
Play that fucking music loudly and clearly
Oh, there it is
Express excitement as the music starts playing
Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
Introduce the different artists featured in the song
We just keep on rollin, baby
We are relentless in our pursuit of success
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Ask if the listener is ready for what is to come
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)
Give instructions to the listener on what to do - move in, move out, put hands up and down, back up and breathe in and out
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Encourage the listener to keep going and never stop
Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
Assume that the listener is enjoying the music
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
Emphasize the presence of Limp Bizkit in the song
People in the house, put them hands in the air
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
Encourage the audience to join in and participate by putting their hands in the air
See, I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
Assert dominance and declare oneself as unbeatable
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
Challenge anyone who thinks they can stop the artist from succeeding and assure them that they have support from Method Man and Redman
So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up
(Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?)
Assert dominance and warn anyone who tries to come in their way
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?
Boast about his intimidating language and Wu-Tang affiliation while ridiculing a lesser-known group
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
Describe the artists as superheroes with deadly weapons, who are always ready and never lose
So what, I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up
Dismiss anyone who criticizes the artists and assert their right to do what they want
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
Threaten to rob anyone who has gold and boast about their ability to do so with ease
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
Boast about his sexual prowess and his rough exterior
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
Introduce himself as a tough guy and boast about robbing others
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
Boast about his rapping abilities and describe the aftermath of his intense performances
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
Reinforce his Wu-Tang affiliation and challenge anyone who thinks they can match his rapping skills
Now 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)
Describe himself as someone who is fast, dangerous and a force to be reckoned with
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?)
Paint a vivid picture of violence and death while also reflecting on childhood trauma
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)
Boast about their success and dare anyone to challenge them
You really, really, really wanna get shit started?
Well people everywhere, just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded
People everywhere, just get retarded
Encourage the audience to let go and get wild
That's right, baby
Watch out, punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz
Where the fuck you at?
Bump that shit
Ruff Ryders Punk
End the song with a reminder of the different artists featured in the song and a call to action for the listener to continue bumping the music
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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All unquestionably better imo
@DrBeauHightower
DMX went so hard on this one 😢
@yeloice1601
How did I manage your find your comment here of all times and only 4 weeks ago too
@landenx
Beau I swear I see you in the most cultured and cool corners of YouTube 😎
@jotanplay3644
Love DMX ❤😢💙
@ryangoslingnavpiske
damn, dmx on this song is nasty shit
@dannymac777
My Homie.... DR. BONE-CRACKA! Love your channel, man!
@TrapMusicNow
I always had this shit on repeat in the little ass CD player.
@matthewsherman3448
👍
@joshs8089
I used to rock this on a JVC that skipped on every track 'cept this one haha
@TrapMusicNow
Had that same one haha.