Ready to Go lyrics

[Intro: Fred Durst]
Go f*ck yourself (Yeah, yeah), Limp Bizkit
Polow, go check, one, two
And I glo' it up, oh, come on (Yo)
Boil up, t-turn it up
Y'all ready for this?

[Chorus: Fred Durst]
They say that rock-sh*t doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
They say that rock-sh*t doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
(Come on)

[Verse 1: Fred Durst]
Back it's the motherf*ckin' rock God
I'm so poker-faced, ladies goin' Ga-Ga
That's right, it's Freddy D (Yeah), the public enemy (Yeah)
You know, the one to have Britney droppin' to her knees (Oh)
I don't give a f*ck (Yeah), I probably never will (Yeah)
b*tch, get at me if that ass is like Jessica Biel's
Who down with me tonight? (Uh) You know, I'll treat you right
You shake for me until they turnin' on them ugly lights (Woo)
Throw them fingers up, and finger-f*ck the sky (Uh)
She like the way we pump it, I call her pumpkin pie
I ain't about to lie, I came up in it high
You got a problem? I'll bust you in your f*cking eye (Player)
"Baby, you're a rockstar", I know who the f*ck I am
Forty million records later, I am still the f*ckin' man
I came to rock (Rock), all she wants to do is roll (Roll)
Now she at my house slidin' up and down that pole
[Chorus: Fred Durst & Lil Wayne]
They say that rock-sh*t doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
They say that rock-sh*t doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah; what up?)
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
What the f*ck is up? Uh, f*ck the world, bust a nut
I'm on this and that, and such and such
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust, come on
Rock, rock, rock with a real n*gga
Everything I touch turn to gold, she a gold digger
Shots, shots, shots, have a lil' liquor
Got the b*tch takin' shots like Reggie Miller
Uh, Lil Weezy in this b*tch, ho
She want the green light, let the b*tch go
I go hard, I go nuts, I go schizo
And now they wanna copy me like ten-fo'
Uh, I can't stop, I won't stop
I got the pistol on me, I guess I went pop
Now I'm free-fallin', yeah, head first
Red hat to the back like Fred Durst, uh
[Chorus: Fred Durst, Lil Wayne, Fred Durst & Lil Wayne]
They say that rock-sh*t doesn't rock anymo' (Yeah)
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho (Young Money)
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo' (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
They say that rock-sh*t (Ayy) doesn't rock anymo' (Ayy)
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go (Ah)

[Bridge: Fred Durst]
Lil Weezy, that's my partner, we drinkin' Russian vodka
(Paw-paw-paw-paw-paw-paw-paw)
'Bout to take your b*tch 'cause she ain't never f*cked a rockstar
I'm a f*ckin' outlaw (f*cked up), packin' me a chainsaw (Yeah)
I'm at the afterparty, 'bout to start another brawl (Go to hell)
I'm gettin' f*cked up (Go to hell), so you can go to hell (Yeah)
I'ma need a ride home, I know myself (Woo)
And you know I put it down like no one else
I'm the champ, b*tch, I ain't gotta show the belt

[Chorus: Fred Durst]
They say that rock-sh*t doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
They say that rock-sh*t doesn't rock anymo'
They say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this ho
We drinkin' gin 'til we pass out and fall on the flo'
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
She ready to go (Yeah), she ready to go (Yeah)
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she told me (Yeah), she ready to go (Ye-yeah)
[Instrumental Outro]