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Скачать плюс минус mp3 файла песни Эти шаги должны помочь 👇Alright partner... Keep on rollin' baby, you know what time it is
(throw your hands up, throw your hands up) Ladies and Gentlemen... (throw your hands up) Chocolate starfish... (throw your hands up) Gonna keep on rollin' baby! (throw your hands up, throw your hands up)
[Chorus:] Move in, now move out Hands up, 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'
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 1,2,3 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
(throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up, throw your hands up)
[Chorus:] Now move in, now move out Hands up, 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'
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) And this platinum thing right here (uh, huh) Yo, we're doin it all the time (what) So you better get some betta beats and uh, get some better rhymes (doh) We got the gang set, so don't complain yet Twenty four seven, never begging for a rain check Old school soldiers, blastin' out the hot shit That rock shit, putting bounce in the mosh pit
(throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up, throw your hands up)
[Chorus]
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
