“Rollin‘ (Air Raid Vehicle)” is a song by the American rap rock band Limp Bizkit, released in 2000 as a single from their album “Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water”. The song features heavy guitar riffs, aggressive rap verses, and catchy hooks, which are characteristic of Limp Bizkit’s style.
The song opens with a powerful guitar riff that immediately grabs the listener’s attention. The vocals, delivered by lead vocalist Fred Durst, are filled with attitude and energy, creating a sense of rebellion and defiance. The lyrics are about living life on your own terms, disregarding societal norms and expectations. The chorus, with its memorable “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin'” chant, is infectious and becomes a defining element of the song.
One of the standout features of “Rollin‘ (Air Raid Vehicle)” is its fusion of rap and rock elements. Durst’s rap verses are fast-paced and filled with attitude, complemented by DJ Lethal’s scratching and sampling. The heavy guitar riffs, courtesy of guitarist Wes Borland, add a hard-hitting and aggressive edge to the song, creating a unique and dynamic sound.
The production of the song is top-notch, with a polished mix of guitars, drums, and vocals. The use of samples and scratching adds texture and depth to the track, creating a dynamic and energetic atmosphere. The song’s catchy hooks and memorable chorus make it an anthem for the band and one of their most recognizable songs.
Overall, “Rollin‘ (Air Raid Vehicle)” is a high-energy, genre-blending track that encapsulates Limp Bizkit’s signature sound. Its catchy hooks, aggressive rap verses, and heavy guitars make it a standout track in the rap rock genre. If you’re a fan of Limp Bizkit or enjoy rap rock music, this song is likely to be right up your alley.
Rollin Lylics
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’
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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
Watch Rollin
