Let Me Show You What You're - Eenei Meenie - English Song

Hey, I got a feeling that under that dress You got the kind of body 'd make the innocent confess. It'd be a crime if I went home tonight without seeing it, aw, seeing it. Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Well the music is loud and the dance floor is jumpin' Back it up baby and show me a little somethin', somethin'. We both know that you got it; there 'aint no use in hidin' it Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Aw shake it up girl; I'm 'bout to blow a fuse. Break it down and give me somethin' I can use The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips, Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this. You're a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets. Aw yeah. So come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Ugh. I 'aint hard up, honey, I've been around. I met some might fine fillies in this one-horse town. But you got me thinkin' I 'aint seen nothing yet. Aw, nothin' yet. So, come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Shake it up girl; I'm 'bout to blow a fuse. Back it up and give me something I can use. The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips, Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this. You're a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets. Aw yeah. Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Aw yeah, So come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Aw, aw yeah.

Keepin' it real worldwide, 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! 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 Worcester I 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 playin' 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, LA What can I say? I can't name 'em all So somebody, anybody, everybody, get the fuck up! 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? 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 nothin' 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 swappin' up of 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 then nobody can Wu-Tang Clan, skills from the Method The world's best MC kills on this record Slim Shady, the 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 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 to get the fuck up! And 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? Yeah Lethal, I like that beat 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