- N 2 Gether Now 歌詞 Limp Bizkit Method Man
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- Method Man N 2 Gether Now 歌詞
- Limp Bizkit Method Man
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Uh, uh, uh Who could be the boss? Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up, Im sideways Im blazin up the path , runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal A lotta stamps and brands, we like a bar code Im bashin all the media strikes to keep the media dykes As reinforcement for the fight And that alonell keep John Gotti on the phone Im tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track Where the **** you at? (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Shut the **** up!) Im pluggin in them social skills that keep my total bills Over a million the last time I checked it Thank God, Im blessed with a mind thatll wreck it Wait until the second round and knock em out They call me Big John Studd, my middle name Mud Dirty water flow, too much for you thug They cant stand the flood – what up, doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sureshot Mr. Meth Im unplugged (learn!) Temperatures too hot for sunblock (burn!) Playin wit minds that get you state time Locked behind 12 bars from a great mind Killa bees in the club wit this ladybug Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day, til they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood, cant feel me til its your blood Murder rates tremendous, crime is endless Same shit different day, Father forgive us They know not what they do, all praise is due Im big like E-Z and Big Bambu Whats that? I didnt hear you Shut the **** up! Come on, a little louder! Shut the **** up! Everybody in together now Shut the **** up! What, huh? Just shut the **** up, just shut the ** ** up! Whats that? I didnt hear you Shut the **** up! Come on, a little louder! Shut the **** up! Everybody in together now Shut the **** up! What, huh? Just shut the **** up, just shut the **** up! Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn Dead weight, they dead wrong, lets get it on Twelve rounds of throw down – who hold crown? Protect land wit four pound, Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go , bust a scenario Comin through your stereo, why risk it? Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals, delicious Word on the street is, they bit my thesis Knocked out they front teefes, tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard it through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the bassline, to provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles Whered you find that monster? She beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit, roll on the set Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, and then jet Mic check, so whats it all about? And where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes We limpin on the track with the Method So get the sunblock, you gettin one -shot Until you dissolve, I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere, prepare, you be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare, now youre turned into stone Without a microphone, but dont you forget youre in a zone So shut the **** up, and take that shit back Cause all your shits wack (Doo doo is doo doo) When its weighed out like that Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those that didnt listen Now they even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu-Tang-Clan for the crown Whats that ? I didnt hear you Shut the **** up! Come on, a little louder! Shut the **** up! Everybody in together now Shut the * *** up! What, huh? Just shut the **** up, just shut the **** up! Whats that? I didnt hear you Shut the ** ** up! Come on, a little louder! Shut the **** up! Everybody in together now Shut the **** up! What, huh? Just shut the **** up, just shut the **** up! It was over your head – all day, every day S.I.N.Y. 10304 Wu-Tang Killa Bees And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Yall know the time, yall know the rhyme It aint easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness And, you know, all that other madness We gone, peace ! Limp Bizkit, Method Man Rock the house yall! Bring it on!
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