ROLLIN'
Method Man & Redman Lyrics

Play the fuckin' track
Start the music

Play that fuckin' track
Start playing the music

Oh, there it is
Express surprise and recognition of the music being played

Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?) Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
Roll call of the artists who contributed to the track

We just keep on rollin, baby
We keep going, never stopping

Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Asking the audience if they are ready for the performance

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Instruction to the audience to move in and out, raise and drop their hands

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Asking what the audience is going to do next

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Instruction to breathe in and out while raising and dropping their hands

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?) Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Repeating the catchphrase of the song to build hype and excitement

Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
Acknowledging that the song is a crowd-pleaser

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

People in the house, put them hands in the air 'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
Encouraging the audience to participate and suggesting that it doesn't matter if they don't

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
Defiantly declaring that he isn't afraid to fight, and that he plans to break out of any cage of confinement to do so. Challenging anyone who opposes him to face him and his team.

(Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?)
Rhetorical question implying that the artist has arrived to make a statement

Check my dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu-Tang
Self-promoting his unique rhyming style as dangerous and effective, and referencing the Wu-Tang Clan

What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish? I wave my black flag at the roaches
Dismissing a popular band and declaring a willingness to confront anyone, even the lowliest insect

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
Bringing up childhood toys as weapons and suggesting that opponents are already doomed if they try to fight back

So what, I drink and smoke too much So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up
Admitting to vices and refusing to apologize or change

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
Warning that the artists will commit theft to obtain valuable property, even committing violence if necessary. Threatening to humiliate someone who doesn't comply.

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
Using crude and vulgar language to assert dominance and suggest past exploits

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
Rapping about a fictional persona with references to films, street violence, and graphic sexual details

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)
Boasting that he's tougher and faster than anyone else, and threatening death in graphic detail. Suggesting that the victim will be minuscule after death.

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)
Expressing self-hatred and a self-fulfilling prophecy of being a lowlife. Refusing to acknowledge authority or propriety, and promising to cause chaos and flee the scene, while criticising others who only talk big.

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)
Challenging any opponents and insisting that only the band Limp Bizkit is competent to make quality music

You really, really, really wanna get shit started? Well people everywhere, just get retarded Get retarded, get retarded People everywhere, just get retarded
Taunting anyone else to start trouble and encouraging the audience to act wild and crazy

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
Closing out the song by name-dropping all of the contributing artists, giving a final challenge to opponents, and calling out the name of the producer collective.