Limp Bizkit - Indigo Flow Lyrics

Yo, what up?
Got Christian and Dino in the house
Fear Factory action
Kick off this new joint here for all my homies

Separating the true breeds
My friends and my family
Had the vision with no bounds, now it's blowing up
Props to the field dog
With the vote through the campaign
Gold records and champagne
Everlast for the tour on St. Patty's
Chino, man we had a blast with ya Deftones
Rock that microphones daily
Props to the maestro
Ross, your an angel
Hey DJ, wanna play that song?
Lethal, we love you like a brother
Wanna take a trip to the flip side, Jordan?
Nothing more then I could say
So we walking hand in hand with the prophet
Danny, you took us to that fat man
Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction
We're coming from the town of the unknown
Jacksonville's on the map

Look us up
Raising eyebrows with the Jaguars, kid
Bet they'll watch out
Line 'em up, Cheetah

(Indigo)
Yo, Richard, Rob and Chuck
(Indigo)
Hook it up

When I walk out on stage
All headaches go away
Got the back from the sickest road crew
Chris and Bobby for sticking to it
Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinking
Bow wow, yippee yo yippee yay
To the funk, Doobie, thanks for showing up
All my brothers in Korn I love you
Dad and mama, I'm coming home

What up to my girl Sage
Shawn, Teddy Swoze
Indigo Ranch alive with the vibe
Grundig
Danny at the Milk Bar
Terry Parker, you know what's up
Dialed into The Planet
And God, I love you