Getcha Groove On Lyrics - Xzibit

[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 

'cause a little somethin, somethin didn't, go your way 

So try not to be like, that today 

'cause 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 

'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 

[xzibit] 

I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry 

Extraordinary ability, shit 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 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