Getcha Groove On

[xzibit]

Yes

Millenium shit

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 fuck 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 motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin the place

We're only givin a fuck 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, shit 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 fuck right off

Me and fred about to go half on microsoft

Me and limp burnin twenty percent

Your little half ass direct hits ain't 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 piss, bitch

Hook

[xzibit]

I got untapped material, I serial kill shit

Gimme the real shit, x finish 'em all quick

Makin your jaw split when I'm touchin the mosh pit

Constant conflict, knockin faggots 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 fuck 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, bitch

Hook to end

[xzibit over hook]

Limp bizkit ladies and gentlemen

C'mon! yeah!

Takin this shit over for motherfucking 2000, 2001

Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z, xzibit

Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass motherfuckers

Yeah! ha! it don't stop what, it never stop huh

Like this! huh

Yeah, yeah, 2000

R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah, yeah