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Limp Bizkit - Show Me What You Got
Şarkı Adı: Show Me What You Got
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Puan: 0.0 (0 kişi oyladı)
Görüntüleme: 959
Söyleyen: Limp Bizkit - Tüm Şarkıları »
Puan: 0.0 (0 kişi oyladı)
Görüntüleme: 959
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 Im leavin Phoenix
I get silly when I play in Philly
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City
Never know what Im in for when Im play in Denver
Hard rock dont stop down in Vegas
In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
And I probably aint leavin the next time Im 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 were 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 em all
So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up
And show me what you got
Hey ladies
Whos hot, whos not
I cant help but believe in these friends
These bands, these tours and these places Ive been
I thank God, Mom Dad
Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band
Without em Id be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can
Without the fans there wouldnt 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 cant 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 with the demos that were cool
Im so grateful for this life of mine
The ones I didnt thank I will some other time
Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up
And show me what you got
Hey ladies
Whos hot, whos not
Ive been around this world and then some
Dumb ditty dumb 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 aint it?
Comin raw with no corrections
Savin all perfections for what I do with my erections
So dream on
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 Im leavin Phoenix
I get silly when I play in Philly
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City
Never know what Im in for when Im play in Denver
Hard rock dont stop down in Vegas
In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
And I probably aint leavin the next time Im 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 were 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 em all
So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up
And show me what you got
Hey ladies
Whos hot, whos not
I cant help but believe in these friends
These bands, these tours and these places Ive been
I thank God, Mom Dad
Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band
Without em Id be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can
Without the fans there wouldnt 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 cant 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 with the demos that were cool
Im so grateful for this life of mine
The ones I didnt thank I will some other time
Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up
And show me what you got
Hey ladies
Whos hot, whos not
Ive been around this world and then some
Dumb ditty dumb 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 aint it?
Comin raw with no corrections
Savin all perfections for what I do with my erections
So dream on
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