Fred Durst - Show Me What You Got lyrics

[Intro] Keeping 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 making my dreams come true, for the millenium Are you ready? Then get the f** up! Who's hot, who's not? [Verse 1] 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 looking for the tea party Met a child molester in Worchester Need a Kleenex every time I'm leaving 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 leaving 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 tipping 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 f** up! [Chorus] 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? [Verse 2] 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 a** band without 'em I'd be nothing 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 swapping 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 sk**s from the Method The world's best MC k**s on this record Slim Shady crazy a** cracker Staind a brand new drug for your brain Les Claypool, for acting 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** up! [Chorus] 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?