Lyrics of ' Show Me What You Got ' by Scott Weiland

Keepin' 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 makin' my dreams come true
For the millennium, 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 Worchester
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 ain't 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 get 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 can't name'm all

So somebody, anybody, everybody
Get the fuck up
Show me what you got
Show me what you got

Hey, ladies
Who is hot, who is not
Who? Who?
Who is hot, who is not
Who is hot?

Who is hot, who is 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
Adrian,for the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band

With out'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 than 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
Woo tang clan skills from the method
The world's best MC kills on this record

Slim shady crazy ass cracker
Stained, 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 is hot, who is not
Who? Who?

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