Getcha Groove On

* send corrections directly to this typist<br><br>[Xzibit]<br>Yes<br>Millenium shit<br>Limp Bizkit, Ha, X to the Z<br>Yeah, Ha<br>Bringin it live to you and yours<br>Ladies and gentlemen, ha, ha, ha<br>My homeboy, yo get at `em dog<br><br>HOOK: Fred Durst<br>You don`t wanna fuck with, me today<br>Cuz a little somethin, somethin didn`t, go your way<br>So try not to be like, that today<br>Cuz I`m a real motherfucker from `round the way<br>We don`t give a fuck when we`re rockin the place<br>We`re only givin a fuck if you`re invadin the space<br>So getcha, getcha groove on [gotta getcha groove on]<br>Don`t keep us waitin too long [don`t keep us waitin too long]<br><br>[Fred Durst]<br>Don`t you treat me like a toy kid<br>Do you enjoy this<br>Every single second I`m alive I`m a mess<br>Got these laser beam mic checks<br>Communicatin through the genelect<br>High tech, keep you on the run now<br>Don`t wanna be that, guy<br>Every single second I`m alive, I`m, alive<br>I, don`t understand why<br>I got control, full of candy in your soul while<br>Pumpin up the sweetness<br>This is what you need<br>Another little piece of me inside of you<br>Cuz you know that I always keep it true (keep it true)<br>And that`s exactly why I do just what I do<br>Yeah, it`s what I do<br><br>HOOK<br><br>[Xzibit]<br>I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry<br>Extraordinary ability, shit longevity<br>Dig deep in your soul and find yourself<br>Cuz mind control can turn y`all to someone else<br>So fast, your head`ll probably spin the fuck right off<br>Me and Fred about to go half on Microsoft<br>Me and Limp burnin twenty percent<br>Your little half ass direct hits aint even makin a dent<br>What an event, all hell Xzibit and Limp<br>As we attempt to bring home the championship<br>It`s all in the wrists I still leave the league an assist<br>Gimme the fifth, I`m drinking while I`m takin a piss, bitch<br><br>HOOK<br><br>[Xzibit]<br>I got untapped material, I serial kill shit<br>Gimme the real shit, X finish `em all quick<br>Makin your jaw split when I`m touchin the mosh pit<br>Constant conflict, knockin faggots unconscious<br>Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the weight<br>Got homies I can lay down that lift they plates<br>So quit trying to invade my space<br>Before I call for a face to face, and gotta rest my case like...<br><br>[Durst]<br>This is how we do it<br>Just recognize we keep gettin right to it<br>Lookin through these eyes, look into these eyes<br>And you`ll see the size of the flame<br>Then you might despise the size of my game<br>Step the fuck back, Xzibit`s on the track<br>You should`ve buckled up before your head hit the dash<br>You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track<br>Brought me to a place, where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch<br><br>HOOK to end<br><br>[Xzibit over hook]<br>Limp Bizkit ladies and gentlemen<br>C`mon! Yeah!<br>Takin this shit over for motherfucking 2000, 2001<br>Limp Bizkit, Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit<br>Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass motherfuckers<br>Yeah! Ha! It don`t stop what, it never stop huh<br>Like this! Huh<br>Yeah, yeah, 2000<br>R.I.P. Roger Troutman, yeah, yeah