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Showtime
5
West Coast Rap
Showtime was released on April 20, 2003 by Snake Pit Records / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Bay Area Playas 5: The New Breeds
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Release DateApril 20, 2003
LabelSnake Pit Records / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

It's showtime, light, camera, action, roll
35-Millimeter, watch the frames unfold
We I triple E thirteen nine four
And fly Y out down to Final Cut Pro
Cut, edit, burn the DVD
7-1 Surround Sound Dolby AC-3
Widescreen plasmas, HDTV
Coast to coast, Pac-10 to the ACC
Gazzy uncut, like late nights on BET
And got throwback raps like yo MTV
That's mafia man like the KGB
Nah that's Gazzy man, G-A-Z-Z-y
It's showtime
When them red carpets roll out
Limos pull up, stars jump out
And everybody who's anybody's up in the place
Up in your ear, people just crowd the space
It's showtime, when it's curtain call
And you're up to the stage, back to the wall
Face to the crowd, twenty-thousand strong
Hands in the air and everybody singin' this song
It's showtime
And I never deviate from the Golden State
Where we push exotic cars with them custom plates
Rollin' twenty deep with an entourage
And them, bitches geekin' like I'm Chico DeBarge
And that's large like the watch, leather strap with the scales
Condoms in my crotch, Durex wrapped with the Braille
Big body custom parts, fender flare with the rails
And I'm a hog on the street, rule them roads like Darrell
This is for my thug motherfuckers beatboxin' in jail
And all my paper chasers still tryin' to touch a mill
And my pretty motherfuckers' house hangin' on the hill
And all my rap dudes still tryin' to get a deal
It's showtime
When them red carpets roll out
Limos pull up, stars jump out
And everybody who's anybody's up in the place
Up in your ear, people just crowd the space
It's showtime, when it's curtain call
And you're up to the stage, back to the wall
Face to the crowd, twenty-thousand strong
Hands in the air and everybody singin' this song
It's showtime
All my gangsta motherfuckers gon' thug to this
All my groupie-ass bitches gon' fuck to this
East to West, down South, they get crunk to this
And tear up the motherfuckin' club to this
It's showtime
Yo, but not your cable box
I'm like Friday Night Fights when I knock 'em out the box
Like ESPN Classic on some NFL flicks
Embrace me like Mike back from retirement
And I am the point guard shufflin' game
Step back to the stripe, measure up and take aim
Look player, keep your eye on the passin' lane
No time on the clock, shots good, that's game
All my B-boys gon' break to this
And all my hustlin' motherfuckers bake your cakes to this
Yo, duck them boys and the jakes to this
And all my half-naked women Harlem Shake to this
It's showtime
When them red carpets roll out
Limos pull up, stars jump out
And everybody who's anybody's up in the place
Up in your ear, people just crowd the space
It's showtime, when it's curtain call
And you're up to the stage, back to the wall
Face to the crowd, twenty-thousand strong
Hands in the air and everybody singin' this song
It's showtime
All my gangsta motherfuckers gon' thug to this
All my groupie-ass bitches gon' fuck to this
East to West, down South, they get crunk to this
And tear up the motherfuckin' club to this
It's showtime
'Cause ain't no time like showtime
'Cause ain't no time like showtime
'Cause ain't no time like showtime
'Cause ain't no time like showtime
Written by: Simone Schiavoni
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