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Hey kid, who you looking at? Why you standin all up in my face like that? You at never seen a baseball bat? A maniac knocking on your baseball cap? You better step about 10 paces back Or you be layin where your shoelaces at Go do what your momma told you And don't be actin like a punk Thinking you a soldier I see you gotta yourself cell phone I gotta number you can dial son Make it 911 Tell them stop and help Help is on the way kid Pick up some Playmates But only if they're naked I don't know how they do it in your city But here we're getting down to the nitty gritty And I hate to put you out like that But you been burnin like a fire with a mouth like that
Take me back to yesterday Rolling dice and getting laid Everything was A okay Ohhhohhhooooh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again Ohhhohhhoooohohhhhhoo
Let's brake it down for a minute And roll it all up in third gear for a minute I got the 21s rubbin on my Benz and I got girlies in the back rubbin on my friends and I don't really give a fuck about What these playa hating pussies give a fuck about Cause I'm a night ranger Never been a stranger My 2 way pagers looking for some danger Zoolander hit you with the magnum Everybody get your groove on if you have one And if you ain't got it then admit it It's Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it All around it this '45 Prievo(?) Everywhere that we go We watch it on the Tivo And now you're laying in the bed you made Drinking Hatorade Think about it
Take me back to yesterday Rolling dice and getting laid Everything was A okay Ohhhohhhooooh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again Ohhhohhhoooohohhhhhoo
Thinking that your all that and then some I got news for you Still thinking that your all that and then some Man I got news for you
Let me guess, you ain't that impressed Mr. Hali-tosis of the breath Living lifestyles of the wish you were From the bad guys of the thrifty-goods Got room to talk kid I been layin this track since North Cacilac And the very first day you fell off the sack Always in fat laces spinnin on my back Let me think let me move let me ride Let me put some funk in the trunk Memory that can ease your pain Like a melody from Kurt Cobain
Cause you never know when it's all gonna end And you never know when you call on a friend You better take a step to prepare yourself Cause the way your livin now ain't good for your health
Thinking that your all that and then some I got news for you Still thinking that your all that and then some Man I got news for you Thinking that your all that and then some I got news for you Still thinking that your all that and then some Man I got news for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
