Show Me What You Got (Album Version) (Album Version|Explicit)

Show Me What You Got (Album Version|Explicit) - Limp Bizkit

Written by：Sam Rivers/Fred Durst/John Otto/Wes Borland/Brendon O'Brien

Keepin' it real

Why what stops

Limp bizkits in the f**king house

So bring it on

Alright now

Come on

Everybody else to listen to me

Are you ready

Then get the f**k up

Woo get up

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

Need a Kleenex every time 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 play in 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 Moine

And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena

We get the swing from new Orleans

Ft 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'm all

Now I just want somebody

Anybody

Everybody

To get the f**k up

Show me what you got

Whooo

Show me what you got

Hey ladies

Who's hot who's not

Who

Who's hot who's hot

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

Adrianfor this is God for the love I feel inside

Jordan my phat a** band

With out'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can

With out 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' of the 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 nobody can

Woo tang clan skills from the method

The worlds best MC kills on this record

Slim shady crazy a** 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 kool

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 f**k up

Show me what you got

Wooo ah

Show me what you got

Hey ladies

Who's hot who's hot

Who

Who's hot who's hot

Who