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Xzibit
Yes
Millenium s**t
Limp Bizkit, Ha, X to the Z
Yeah, Ha
Bringin it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen, ha, ha, ha
My homeboy, yo get at 'em dog
HOOK: Fred Durst
You don't wanna fk with, me today
Cuz a little somethin, somethin didn't, go your way
So try not to be like, that today
Cuz I'm a real motherfker from 'round the way
We don't give a fk when we're rockin the place
We're only givin a fk if you're invadin the space
So getcha, getcha groove on gotta getcha groove on
Don't keep us waitin too long don't keep us waitin too long
Fred Durst
Don't you treat me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy this
Every single second I'm alive I'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicatin through the genelect
High tech, keep you on the run now
Don't wanna be that, guy
Every single second I'm alive, I'm, alive
I, don't understand why
I got control, full of candy in your soul while
Pumpin up the sweetness
This is what you need
Another little piece of me inside of you
Cuz you know that I always keep it true (keep it true)
And that's exactly why I do just what I do
Yeah, it's what I do
HOOK
Xzibit
I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, s**t longevity
Dig deep in your soul and find yourself
Cuz mind control can turn y'all to someone else
So fast, your head'll probably spin the fk right off
Me and Fred about to go half on Microsoft
Me and Limp burnin twenty percent
Your little half as* direct hits aint even makin a dent
What an event, all hell Xzibit and Limp
As we attempt to bring home the championship
It's all in the wrists I still leave the league an assist
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm takin a pi*s, b*tch
HOOK
Xzibit
I got untapped material, I serial kill s**t
Gimme the real s**t, X finish 'em all quick
Makin your jaw split when I'm touchin the mosh pit
Constant conflict, knockin f*gg*ts unconscious
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the weight
Got homies I can lay down that lift they plates
So quit trying to invade my space
Before I call for a face to face, and gotta rest my case like...
Durst
This is how we do it
Just recognize we keep gettin right to it
Lookin through these eyes, look into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the flame
Then you might despise the size of my game
Step the fk back, Xzibit's on the track
You should've buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place, where platinum comes in eight stacks, b*tch
HOOK to end
Xzibit over hook
Limp Bizkit ladies and gentlemen
C'mon! Yeah!
Takin this s**t over for motherfking 2000, 2001
Limp Bizkit, Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Kickin a mudhole in you b*tch as* motherfkers
Yeah! Ha! It don't stop what, it never stop huh
Like this! Huh
Yeah, yeah, 2000
R.I.P. Roger Troutman, yeah, yeah
