Lyrics:
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
a dick
Yeah, I know he know a bitch
Got my homie, and we all out to get laid
Seen this bitch on stage
Live, right, get it goin', don't stop
Panties drop,
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Yeah, shout out Charlie always
Let's get them fam listen, I mean
Let's get 'em Dave look
Earned my stripes. I heard in life
If you live by the joy to go and die by the (Gun shot)
Or mama mia
Regardless of it
You gotta see us
You hard headed
Alright, everybody out there
Coming to you live from
933 in Jacksonville FL
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out!
I've been around the world and then some
to party, got to have the move
So we'll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you gotta get hype
So we'll get right down and make you rock
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
give the past now
To get the picture you gotta give the background
Yeah my mind been doing circles with this
Album overthinking, cause i don't know what
place
I know we gotta
We gotta save face sometimes
But these not all about that
If you just tryin' to keep up appearances
Then you missin' that facts, yo
I must confess
You ain’t gotta tell me nothing man, I know I’m fresh
Another sure shot, let the heads attest
Coming all the way live in the place
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
for the same scheme
Took us to a place and made us work
All day and we couldn't have shit to say
Broke up the families forever
And to this day black
"Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm
And her over there? She wouldn't let me fuck so now she got "loner-virus", alright
Ayy, stop leasin' niggas
We gotta get that
blind train
Unique individual, you can go read it in my name
Lives through out the map, chew out your rap
My crew 'bout to snap
Snap, snap, snap at any
high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries
sayin, the funk lab that is and we run this shit like this.
(Black C)
This some shit you can't fuck with out the funk lab
We got some game for you niggaz
be playin my songs on the radio
Everybody gotta understand
Happiness is not by chance
But by choice
I'd rather get chased
By the cops than the devil
wanna see me take no lives
Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin other niggas backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds
But in the mist of funk
like one of them boost phones
No need to see the future, I know what y'all dudes on
This ain't Flavor of Love, but bitches get sent home
These niggas is
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
checked when I jabba jaw
Time to walk my labrodor
Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours
Code red fill 'em full of lead
grateful dead live
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