won't make a sound oh no uh oh send somebody for us oh no uh oh no oh no uh oh send somebody for us oh no its too late red light on blinking
time, to the line, three inside, for what? who really cares? our screams won't make a sound. [Chorus:] Oh no, uh oh, send somebody for us Oh no, it's
bitch right and I'm like yeah, I told her I write music for a living And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent And she said "oh you 50 Cent,
trees up (Roll that) If you watch how I move, you mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shovels, I ain't walk in a limp (I'm aight) In
baby hold on My child ain't done nothing wrong Still I want to holler Ask them why they don't bother Oh no, oh no Make me turn to my father And ask
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff
limp in my arms And the lull of love was your dying cry So wait for the stone on your window, your window Wait by the car and we'll, go we'll go Oh
on the bus mall. We?re down on the bus mall. We?re down on the bus mall. Down on the bus mall. oh ooh oh
: (feat. Godsmack & Limp Bizkit) Ooo Whatcha gonna do now Whatcha gonna do when they rhythm comes kicken you Tryin to make me bleed in to My resent
not desired Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Because they don't deserve us Holding your life in your hand With an artificial limp
s crackin Dre? [Dr. Dre] Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw
don't do Withe music I make fight music For High School kids I pull side full grips When I drive like this {screech} With a slipped disk From a Limp
to do! Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the
Bizkit, Limp'n The Underground Kingz in the building, pimpin Oh no, they must be feelin me Pinch me now, this don't feel real to me Oh yeah, it's my son
: (feat. Disturbed & Limp Bizkit) Ooo Whatcha gonna do now Whatcha gonna do when they rhythm comes kicken you Tryin to make me bleed in to My resent
bitch, You a thug imposta, You deserve an Oscar, Album aint hot Def Jam finna drop ya, Hangin round the Ball Park, Claimin' you from boulevard, Oh
up. Why me?! Why?! All of my friends make fun of me. "Hard to ejaculate! Easy to pee!" Now I can dance with girls without getting a woodrow! I'm flaccid and limp
three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping "Oh
