Limp Bizkit - Show Me What You Got [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Keepin' 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 makin my dreams come true for the millenium!
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 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 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 tippin' 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
Adrian, for the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band
Without '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
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 actin' 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 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
It's scary, ain't it?
Comin' raw with no corrections, savin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections
So dream on...!