Play the fuckin' track 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? 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' 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' 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
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every kid has that dad that embarasses you trying to act young and "cool" fred is now that middle age dad thats actually young and cooler and than the cool kids at school.
1:53 Durst is lip syncing. Yes I'm well aware it will be called a "backtrack" by the shills, but the backtrack sounds virtually the same with or without Fred Durst singing over it. In fact, if there is a difference, the backtrack sounds slightly better by itself. Given Fred's personality and history, and complete lack of energy in this video: An objective fan would be asking for their money back if they paid money to see it. And I used to be a huge LB fan when I was young, I didn't care who hated Fred or what or why. But now? As I get older, I get much more enjoyment out of calling a spade a spade.
2001 Undertaker. Limp bizkit and wwf made my childhood.
The Undertaker american badas 2001
🫡
Limp Bizkit music aging like fine wine
Bro they sound so good
Master Roshi
Kuririn
GT one specifically
@@14072 You stop that weeb shit
Master Rollin
AHHHH THIS SOUNDS SO GOOD LIVE !! 🔥 🔥 🔥
The American Badass The Undertaker!
Limp is kick n ass better in 2024 than 2001
Play the fuckin' track
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?
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'
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'
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
Evergreen 💥💥💥🎸🎸🎸
Good Night. F'n Incredible. Badass MF!
this song hits gen-Z hard🤣🤣and its still 10x better than music now..
1:18 the kid keeps rollin
Me siento viejo, ya son unos ancianos los de Limp Bizkit 🥲
🧨
Yeah limpbizkit keep rollin 2024 🤘🤘🤘
Ya que no estaba Undertaker, Coco Legrand lo reemplazaba.
많이 늙었다 세월이여... 림프비즈킷 사랑한다
Best concert I ever saw was Limp Bizkit as main event but had godsmack and DMX opening
Same goes back to the old days..same vocals
This is my childhood
So good 👍
Viva Chile 🔥
Woooohoooooo!!!
The borthers of destruction
🤘🤘🤘
ที่สุดในใจฉัน
My highschool songs. ❤
2024 🔥🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨
WE KEEP ON TROLLING WITH THIS ONE🔥🔥🔥
Money money money
Dónde consigo un traje como ese guitarrista
Still rollin hard at his age! 😂😆
from houston texas weighting 239 pounds the undertakeeeer
Por favor vengan a Guatemala
Había un niño con un orejeras antiruido en el minuto 1:18.... Que chucha ajjajajajajja ir a un concierto a no escucharlo ajajajjajajaj
Ear protection, go to a concert, you’ll figure it out quite quickly
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@@JimmySarango ingles?
Absolutely amazing!
Just need the undertaker to come out now 😂
Fred looks like he just returned from the 1980s.
Fred Durst wearing vintage 90s jackets on stage? 😅
Kerry king on drums
Kerry king on drum
Okay! I’m just gonna say it, I’m forever a big Eminem fan but this song will always be my favorite hype song hahahaha
every kid has that dad that embarasses you trying to act young and "cool"
fred is now that middle age dad thats actually young and cooler and than the cool kids at school.
😊 those that original file😅😊
the reguetton before the reggueton!!jajaja
Muito foda.
He sounds soo unmotivated and low energy
Hola como estas??😂😂😂
Sorry guys, that's a phoned in vocal performance if I ever saw one
Dude, it's Rollin. It's not Tool.
Taylor George Martin Steven Davis Joseph
What does he look like jake Paul 😂
Sigh, this was so much cooler 20 years ago without the white beard.
Wow what a stupid comment. As if it's their fault for aging 🤣
He looks terrible granted he sounds great
You was Cooler to
Jacob van dijk... hahahaahaha never was cool anyway
Fred you made me laugh at the end. 😆😆😆😆
1:53 Durst is lip syncing.
Yes I'm well aware it will be called a "backtrack" by the shills, but the backtrack sounds virtually the same with or without Fred Durst singing over it. In fact, if there is a difference, the backtrack sounds slightly better by itself.
Given Fred's personality and history, and complete lack of energy in this video: An objective fan would be asking for their money back if they paid money to see it.
And I used to be a huge LB fan when I was young, I didn't care who hated Fred or what or why. But now? As I get older, I get much more enjoyment out of calling a spade a spade.
This song is so unplayable live. Sucks terribly.