' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me 'Cause I'm forty eight plus negative thirty, Murphy
[Kurupt] Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe Stop
But when the potentially lucrative race wars get steaded I wake up for a second and help the betters count thier blessings But instead I grab the clutch then at my knees are limps
pimp you or rule you I teach Come through the doors and slap up whores Ordering them to put back on their drawers 'Cause, I run their pimp When I leave he leaves with a limp
should have 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
both pound, Limp Bizkit Get around like Merry-Go, what's the scenario? Comin' through your stereo, why risk it? Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight
up, plus look better in photos I know what it is, you envy what you hate I'm what you used to be, you was me in ninety-eight Hungry for props, and ready
that West Coast life We coast like I drink all day down MLK With a bitch in the back, breaking up the blunt from my muthafuckin' sack Pass my yack, where the limp
(Intro) Ayo Earv... Fuck is wrong with these niggas man? Talkin' 'bout i ain't a fuckin' MC... I've been at this shit for seven years nigga.. Eight times
hold crown? Protect land with both pound Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go What's the scenario? Comin' through your stereo Why risk it Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight
drop, the science fiction Let's get specific you can't get with it I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it Don't even try to limp it, you're not
these hands dipped in gold lacquer, Torch the finger-prints painting a violence portrait on spinal wings. I buried my bride of eight inch fingers neck
the parking lot Maaaaaan, this is the life (murphy lee) Ay yo, I'm chachee acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me 'cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty
I hit 'em where they sit around actin' hardcore at Thank God for the guardians, in light of this Rappers always beg for me to show them who the mighty is Gats gonna limp
[kurupt] Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block Call my cousin snoop as I swoop in the coupe Stop
stop Uh huh 'n' you don't stop We in this great lakes state Eatin steaks 'n' shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps (Got limps
the dash You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track Brought me to a place, where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch Hook to end [xzibit over hook] Limp
, who else, who else widdit? I mean she widdit like that? Yeah, you know Ain't no bullshit? The whole Reservoir Dog squad n shit We gon' be eight deep