Xzibit - Getcha Groove On Lyrics
[xzibit]YesMillenium shitLimp bizkit, ha, x to the zYeah, haBringin it live to you and yoursLadies and gentlemen, ha, ha, haMy homeboy, yo get at em dogHook: fred durstYou dont wanna ***** with, me todayCuz a little somethin, somethin didnt, go your waySo try not to be like, that todayCuz Im a real mother*****er from round the wayWe dont give a ***** when were rockin the placeWere only givin a ***** if youre invadin the spaceSo getcha, getcha groove on [gotta getcha groove on]Dont keep us waitin too long [dont keep us waitin too long][fred durst]Dont you treat me like a toy kidDo you enjoy thisEvery single second Im alive Im a messGot these laser beam mic checksCommunicatin through the genelectHigh tech, keep you on the run nowDont wanna be that, guyEvery single second Im alive, im, aliveI, dont understand whyI got control, full of candy in your soul whilePumpin up the sweetnessThis is what you needAnother little piece of me inside of youCuz you know that I always keep it true (keep it true)And thats exactly why I do just what I doYeah, its what I doHook[xzibit]I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalryExtraordinary ability, shit longevityDig deep in your soul and find yourselfCuz mind control can turn yall to someone elseSo fast, your headll probably spin the ***** right offMe and fred about to go half on microsoftMe and limp burnin twenty percentYour little half ass direct hits aint even makin a dentWhat an event, all hell xzibit and limpAs we attempt to bring home the championshipIts all in the wrists I still leave the league an assistGimme the fifth, Im drinking while Im takin a piss, *****Hook[xzibit]I got untapped material, I serial kill shitGimme the real shit, x finish em all quickMakin your jaw split when Im touchin the mosh pitConstant conflict, knockin faggots unconsciousNauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the weightGot homies I can lay down that lift they platesSo quit trying to invade my spaceBefore I call for a face to face, and gotta rest my case like...[durst]This is how we do itJust recognize we keep gettin right to itLookin through these eyes, look into these eyesAnd youll see the size of the flameThen you might despise the size of my gameStep the ***** back, xzibits on the trackYou shouldve buckled up before your head hit the dashYou gotta hate that, a demo from an eight trackBrought me to a place, where platinum comes in eight stacks, *****Hook to end[xzibit over hook]Limp bizkit ladies and gentlemenCmon! yeah!Takin this shit over for mother*****ing 2000, 2001Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z, xzibitKickin a mudhole in you ***** ass mother*****ersYeah! ha! it dont stop what, it never stop huhLike this! huhYeah, yeah, 2000R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah, yeah
