ROLLING (FRED DURST) Lyrics

Rollin', white sports car and it's stolen

Where them boys at, where they goin'?

Where them hoes at, where we goin'?

Rollin', white sports car and it's stolen

Where them boys at, where they goin'?

Where them hoes at, where we goin'?

Spit it so trash, Fred Durst wanna copy me

White at the red light, ain't nobody stoppin' me

Bags on bags like a dyke

Three wheels slidin' like a trike

Two gold chains like a bike

One bad bitch for the night

Shut the fuck up

Back the fuck off me

This ain't no lap dance

But bitch, I'm Lee Harvey

Where do you go when you're lonely?

What do you do when I'm gone?

Where did you go, I'm so lonely?

All that you left was a song

Where do you go when you're lonely?

What do you do when I'm gone?

Where did you go, I'm so lonely?

All that you left was a song

Go to sleep, I'm exhausted

She was poppin' off till I turned to Steve Austin

Look like Tim McGraw on the highway Tom Cochrane

Barbecue stain on a bad bitch's bottom

Booze, beer, babes, beach, bongs, big belts, and bags of dope

Big bad, Leroy Brown is coming to town, to bag your hoe, you know