paroles de chanson Show Me What You Got - Limp Bizkit

Keepin' it real world wide baby
Limp Bizkit's in the house so bring it on
I'd like to dedicate this song to you
For makin' my dreams come true for the millenium
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up!

Who's hot, who's not?

Where you at Jacksonville
Rochester, Louisville
Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee and Lewiston, Maine?
Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale
Portland, Orlando, Chicago and Frisco?
I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell
Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party
Met a child molester in Worchester
I need a Kleenex everytime I'm leavin' Phoenix
I get silly when I play in Philly
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City
Never know what I'm in for when I'm playin' Denver
Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas
In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
And I probably ain't leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland
Found my lucky coin in Des Moines
And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena
We get the swing from New Orleans
Fort Worth and Dallas, we toast when we're tippin' up the Challis
Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis
St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA
What can I say? I can't name 'em all
So somebody, anybody, everybody, get the fuck up!

Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Hey, ladies
Who's hot, who's not?
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not?

I can't help but believe in these friends
These bands, these stories and the places that I've been
I thank God, mom and dad
Adriana for the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band
Without 'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can
Without the fans there wouldn't be no show
And if that was really so than life would really blow
To the firm, you always got my back
Korn for the love and the swappin' up of tracks
My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date
We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great
Scott Weiland the melody man
If you can't sing it then nobody can
Wu-Tang Clan, skills from the Method
The world's best MC kills on this record
Slim Shady, the crazy ass cracker
Staind, a brand new drug for your brain
Les Claypool for actin' like a fool
And all of the bands for the demos that were cool
I'm so grateful for this life of mine
The ones I didn't thank, I will some other time
Now I just want somebody, anybody, everybody to get the fuck up!

And show me what you got
Show me what you got
Hey, ladies
Who's hot, who's not?
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not?
Who's hot, baby?
Who's hot?

Yeah Lethal, I like that beat
Bring it!
Bring it!
I've been around this world and then some
Dum ditty dum kid, where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages
Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious
An MC with bad habits I am, I see a mic then I grab it
It's scary, ain't it?
Comin' raw with no corrections, savin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections so dream on