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Текст песни Limp Bizkit "2, 3, times two to the six"

Jonesin' for your fix of that Limp Bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up

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
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (yeah)
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
Every day, and every night (oh)
And this platinum thing right here(uh, huh)
Yo we're doin' it all the time(what)
So you better get some beats and a get some better rhymes (dough)
We got the gang set so don't complain yet
Twenty four seven never beggin' for a rain check
Old school soldiers blastin' out the hot shit that rock shit
Puttin' bounce in the mosh pit

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
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hey ladies, hey fellas and the people that don't give a fuck
All the lovers, all the haters
And all the people that call themselves players
Hot mamas, pimp daddies and the people rollin' up in caddies
Hey rockers, hip hoppers and everybody all around the world

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
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

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
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

Livin' It Up
This is dedicated to you ben stiller
You are my favorite mother fucker
I told you, didn't I

Drama makes the world go around
Does anybody got a problem with that (yeah)
My business, is my business
Who's guilty, can I get a witness
First things first,
The chocolate starfish my man fred durst
Access hollywood license to kill
A redneck fucker from jacksonville
Bringing on the dumpster fuck
A microphone machete's in the back of my truck
Rock'in so steady with the he says she says
And don't forget about the starfish navigation system
Don't hate me, i'm just an alien
With 37 tons of new millenium
Dum ditty dum, where's it coming from
Misses Aguilera, come and get some
Oh no which way to go,
To the dance flow in stewa-stereo
Pay me no mind
I seen the fight club, about 28 times
And i'm a keep my pants sagging
Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'
And i'm a keep a lot of girls on my band wagon
Cause I don't give a fuck livin' life in the fast lane

I'm just a crazy motherfucker livin' it up,
Not givin' a fuck livin' life in the fast lane
Another crazy motherfucker livin' it up,
Not givin' a fuck life in the fast lane

Take two (why)
Now who's the starsucker?
I'm the starfish, you silly motherfucker
Puff puff give, the marijuana cig oops,
I don't even smoke, but I love the way it smells
Here's a toast to the females,
Sippin' mums champagne from a seashell
I take a counterfeit, and pop his ass like a zit
With starfish navigation system
No cheap thrills baby
Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills
I'm just an ordinary run of the mill,
Fella spittin' out hella mic skills
And i'm a keep my pants sagging
Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'
And i'm a keep a lot of girls on my band wagon
Cause I don't give a fuck livin' life in the fast lane

I'm just a crazy motherfucker livin' it up,
Not givin' a fuck livin' life in the fast lane
Another crazy motherfucker livin' it up,
Not givin' a fuck in the fast lane

Cause it's so easy to tell a lie
And it's so easy to run and hide
But it's not easy to be alive
So don't be wasting none of my time

This world is like a cage
And I don't think it's fair
And I don't even think that anybody cares
It'll eat a hole (what)
Down inside of me (what)
And it will leave a scar (what)
Can anybody see (what)
That we gotta get it out,
We gotta get it out
We gotta get it out

And i'm a get it out
With a mother fuckin' microphone
Plug it in my soul
I'm a renegade riot
Gettin' out of control
I'm a keepin' it alive
And continue to be flying like an eagle
To my destiny

So can you feel me, hell yeah
Can you feel me, hell yeah
Can you feel me, hell yeah
If you feel me mother fucker then you say, hell yeah
Then you say, hell yeah
Then you say, hell yeah i'm livin' life in the fast lane

Cause it's so easy to tell a lie
And it's so easy to run and hide
But it's not easy to be alive
So don't be wasting none of my time

Yeah, bring it on

I'm just a crazy motherfucker livin' it up,
Not givin' a fuck livin' life in the fast lane
Another crazy motherfucker livin' it up,
Not givin' a fuck in the fast lane