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Video Karaoke N 2 Gether Now - Limp Bizkit & Method Man

Este tema es una versión de N 2 Gether Now, que popularizó Limp Bizkit
feat. Method Man

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KFN
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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 101 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: SIm, FA

Duración: 04:50 - Escuchar en: 02:16

LETRA EXPLÍCITA

Fecha de publicación: 1999
Géneros: Rock, Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Fred Durst, Clifford Smith, Chris Martin, Wes Borland, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers

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Letra N 2 Gether Now

Uh
Who could be the boss
Look up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Uh uh
Standin' up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin' on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands
We like a bar code
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media dykes as reinforcement for the fight
Uh
And that alone'll keep
John Gotti on the phone
Ha ha ha
I'm tangled in the zone
I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at
Let me hear you pigeons
'Tical hhh run your mouth now
Shut the fuck up
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills over a million the last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big John Studd
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood
What up doc
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sureshot
Mister Meth, I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock, burn
Playin' with minds that get you state time
Locked behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa Bee's in the club with this ladybug
Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'till they throw slugs
And take another life in cold blood,
Can't feel me 'till it's your blood
Murder rate's tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit, different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
All praise is due
I'm big like E-Z and Big Bambu
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Headstrong, dead calm
Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throw down
Who hold crown
Protect land with four pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
Bust a scenario
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals, delicious
Word on the street is they bit my thesis
Knocked out they front teefes tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard it through the grapevine
Dope fiendin' for the bassline to provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cuticles
Where'd you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set
Limp Bizkit
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and then jet
Mic check
So what's it all about
And where we gonna run
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes
We limpin' on the track with the Method
So get the sunblock
You gettin' one-shot
Sunblock huh
Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere
Prepare, you be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Huh huh now you're turned into stone
Without a microphone but don't you forget you're in a zone
So shut the fuck up
So shut the fuck up and take that shit back 'cos all your shit's wack
Doodoo is doodoo
When it's weighed out like that
Burnin' up your brain
Uh
Yeah like a piston
So all those that didn't listen never even knew what they were missin'
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down
Wu-Tang-Clan for the crown
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
It was over your head all day every day
S.I.N.Y.
One-O-Three-O-Four
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Y'all know the time
Y'all know the rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greazy in a world full of cleanliness and
You know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
Limp Bizkit
Method Man
Rock, rock, rock the house y'all
Bring it on
Hey wait up
Where you guys goin'
You're not recordin' are you
Are you
But I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
Uh
Mmh feel it, feel it, feel it
You guys feel it out there
Shake your head if you feel it
Uh
Mmh
Hey hey hey hey
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think
And e-every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think

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