[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 fuck 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 fuck 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 ass 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 skills from the Method
The world's best MC kills on this record
Slim Shady crazy ass 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 fuck 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?
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