Fred Durst - Getcha Groove On lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit] Yes, millenium sh** 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 f** with me today Cause a little somethin, somethin didn't go your way So try not to be like, that today Cause I'm a real motherf**er from 'round the way We don't give a f** when we're rockin the place We're only givin a f** 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) [Verse 1: 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 Cause 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] [Verse 2: Xzibit] I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry Extraordinary ability, sh** longevity Dig deep in your soul and find yourself Cause mind control can turn y'all to someone else So fast, your head'll probably spin the f** right off Me and Fred about to go half on Microsoft Me and Limp burnin twenty percent Your little half a** 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 lead the league in a**ists Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm takin a piss, b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Xzibit] I got untapped material, I serial k** sh** Gimme the real sh**, X finish 'em all quick Makin your jaw split when I'm touchin' the mosh pit Constant conflict, knockin f*ggots 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 [Verse 4: Fred 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 f** 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, b**h [Hook] [Outro: Xzibit] Limp Bizkit ladies and gentlemen C'mon! Yeah! Takin this sh** over for motherf**ing 2000, 2001 Limp Bizkit, Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Kickin a mudhole in you b**h a** motherf**ers Yeah! Ha! It don't stop what, it never stop huh Like this! Huh Yeah, yeah, 2000 R.I.P. Roger Troutman, yeah, yeah