Show Me What You Got Lyrics - Significant Other - Limp Bizkit

Keepin' it real world wide baby 

Limp Bizkits in the house so bring it on 

I'd like to dedicate this song to you 

For makin' my dreams come true for the millinum 

Are you ready? Then get the fuck 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 Worcester 

I 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 aint 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 got 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 cant name'm 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 then 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 

Wu-Tang Clan skills from the method 

The worlds best MC kills on this record 

Slim shady 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 

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? 

Who's hot, baby? Who's hot? 

Alito, I like that big, bring in, bring in 

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, scary ain't it? 

Comin' raw with no corrections savin' all perfections 

For what I do with my erections so dream on