Перевод песни Show Me What You Got - Limp Bizkit

Keeping it real

World wide, baby

Limp Bizkit's in the house

To bring it on

I'd like to dedicate

This song to you

For making my dreams

Come true for the millennium

Are you ready

Then get the fuck up

Whoo-ha

Who's hot, who's not

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 Moines

And spit on a boy named Tina

In Pasadena

We get the swing

From new Orleans

Fort 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, L.A.

What can I say

I can't name 'em all

So somebody

Anybody

Everybody

Get the fuck up

Show me what you got

Whoo-ha

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 fat 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

Than 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

And show me what you got

Yeee-ha

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

Uh

Yeah, Lethal

I like that beat

Uh

Bring it

Bring it

I've been around

This world and then some

Dum ditty dum kid

Where you coming from

I went from the garage

To stepping 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

It's scary, ain't it

Coming raw with no corrections

Saving all perfections

For what I do with my erections

So dream on