Limp Bizkit - Getcha Groove On [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: 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)

[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, 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 lead the league in assists
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm takin a piss, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 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

[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 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]

[Outro: Xzibit]
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