Show Me What You Got

标题:Show me what you got

艺人:Limp Bizkit

专辑:Significant other

作词:Borland, Durst, Otto, Rivers

作曲:Wes Borland & Fred Durst & Brendon O`Brien & John Otto & Sam Rivers

制谱人:Gotmer

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节拍:Moderate ♩ = 107

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