| (All radio is dead)
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| Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
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| Why you standin' all up in my face like that?
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| You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
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| A maniac knockin' on your baseball cap
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| You better step about ten paces back
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| Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at
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| Go do what your momma told you
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| And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' your a soldier
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| I see you got a cell phone, I got a number you can dial son, make it 911
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| Tell 'em stop at hef's house on the way kid
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| Pick up some playmates but only if they naked
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| Don't know how you do in your city
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| But 'round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty
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| And I hate to put you out like that
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| But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that
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| Take me back to yesterday
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| Rollin' dice and getting laid
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| Everything was a.o.k. |
| oh...
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| But now and then a cloud rolls in
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| Rains on my parade and then
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| Talkin' this and that again, oh
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| Let's break it down for a minute
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| And roll it on up in third gear for a minute
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| I got the 21's bumpin' on my Benz, and
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| I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends, and
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| I don't really give a fuck about
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| What these player hatin' pussies give a fuck about
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| 'cause I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger
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| My two-way pager is lookin' for some danger
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| Zoolander, hit you with the magnum
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| Everybody get your groove on if you have one
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| And if you ain't got it then admit it:
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| It's Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it
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| All around the world and this 45 prevost
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| Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo
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| And now you're layin' in the bed you made
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| Drinkin' hatorade, think about it
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| Take me back to yesterday
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| Rollin' dice and getting laid
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| Everything was a.o.k. |
| oh...
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| But now and then a cloud rolls in
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| Rains on my parade and then
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| Talkin' this and that again, go
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| Leave, thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
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| I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
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| So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
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| Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)
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| (the radio is dead)
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| Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
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| Mister, hale - tosis of the breath
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| Livin' lifestyles of the wish-you-would
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| From the back isles of the thrifty-good
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| See i, I got room to talk, kid
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| I been layin' this track since north cackilack
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| And the very first day that you fell out the sack
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| I was in some fat laces, spinnin' on my back
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| Let me think, let me roll, let me ride
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| Let me put some funk in the trunk, triple 5
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| And a memory that can ease your pain
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| Like a melody from Kurt Cobain
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| 'cause ya', never know when it's all gonna end
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| And ya', never know when you'll call on a friend
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| So you better take a step to prepare yourself
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| 'cause the way you're livin' now, ain't good for your health
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| Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
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| I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
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| So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
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| Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)
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| Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
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| I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
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| So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
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| Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)
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| (all radio is dead) |