Cambodia Lyrics - Limp Bizkit

Are you ready baby? 

Are you ready? 

Then get the fuck up 

Let me hear some noise 

Theres definitely not enough people on the fucking floor 

Theres definitely not enough people on the fucking floor 

You people come on get up, woo ha 

Wait just a minute 

I see your mouth moving 

But I dont hear a word that you say 

Mish mosh 

Up and bring my psycho highways 

My ways up and down like the Dow Jones 

I bring these microphones 

I dont exaggerate 

Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate 

Dont hate, you people just the tudes, the attitudes 

Lose the attitude 

And I wouldnt be fucking mad at you 

But if your fighting, dont be fighting 

Kid, Im sorta liking what your stealing 

Your open room style needs some healing 

Checked out by my flow, Im glad you know 

Behind this punk I got the fattest fucking live show 

You feel the tension the eye balls in your socket 

You cant apprehend, Ill be rock it, you cant stop it 

You like the ways we be living it 

You need it your demo tape punk 

Inspected then ejected who survives at the end of the day 

When to much air play 

Huh, Im gonna keep it all on the ground 

I need you help baby 

Get up 

Woo ha 

Cambodia 

What do you know about this punk!? 

Whos hot, whos not? 

Wait just a minute I see your mouth moving 

But I dont hear a word that you say 

Hand grenades best describes the impaction 

Leaving no satisfaction 

You take it back what was you doing back in 82 

No need for entrust, just the thought for your mental call out 

Shelter helter-skelter the J, Ill bet ya the deal will upset ya 

But Im an easy rider like Im henry Fonda 

The king pin Bizkit that flows be on ya 

The mental highways my path you cant stop the unexpected 

So check your road block, old black water keep on rolling 

'Cause this mic is mine and Ill keep on shinning on you 

Do you feel it? 

Then get up, get up 

Woo ha 

Cambodia 

What do you know about this punk!? 

Whos hot, whos not?