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Limp Bizkit - Ready To Go ft. Lil Wayne
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Performer
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitar
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
John Otto
John Otto
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Durst
William Durst
Composer
Jamal Jones
Jamal Jones
Composer
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Producer
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Go fuck yourself! Limp Bizkit Oh no! Check one two! Turn it up! Y'all ready for this? They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go She ready to go, she ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go She ready to go, she ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go Back it's the motherfucking rock god I'm so poker-faced, ladies going Ga-Ga That's right it's Freddy D, the public enemy You know, the one to have Britney drop it to her knees (Oh!) I don't give a fuck, I probably never will Bitch get at me if that ass is like Jessica Biel's Who down with me tonight? You know I'll treat you right You shake for me until they turning on them ugly lights Throw them fingers up, and finger fuck the sky She like the way we pump it, I call her pumpkin pie I ain't about to lie, I came up in it high You got a problem, I'll bust you in your fucking eye, player Baby you're a rockstar, I know who the fuck I am 40 million records later, I am still the fucking man I came to rock, all she wants to do is roll Now she at my house sliding up and down that pole They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go She ready to go, she ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go She ready to go, she ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go What the fuck is up? Fuck the world, bust a nut I'm on this and that, and such and such It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust, come on Rock! Rock, rock with a real nigga Everything I touch turn to gold, she a gold digger Shots! Shots, shots, have a lil' liquor Got the bitch taking shots like Reggie Miller Uh, Lil Weezy in this bitch ho She want the green light, let the bitch go I go hard, I go nuts, I go schizo And now they wanna copy me like ten-fo' Uh, I can't stop, I won't stop I got the pistol on me, I guess I went pop Now I'm free-falling, yeah, head first Red hat to the back like Fred Durst They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin 'till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she's ready to go They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin 'till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she's ready to go She's ready to go, she's ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she's ready to go She's ready to go, she's ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she's ready to go Lil Weezy that's my partner, we drinkin' Russian vodka 'Bout to take your bitch, 'cause she ain't never fucked a rock star I'm a fucking outlaw, packing me a chainsaw I'm at the afterparty 'bout to start another brawl I'm getting fucked up, so you can go to hell I'ma need a ride home, I know myself And you know I put it down like no one else I'm the champ bitch, I ain't gotta show the belt They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin 'till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go They say the rock shit, doesn't rock anymore They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho We drinking gin 'till we pass out and fall on the floor Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go She ready to go, she ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go She ready to go, she ready to go Is that your bitch? 'Cause she told me she ready to go
Writer(s): Jonathan Male, Todd Andrew, Tim Dorney, Samantha Sprackling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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