Showtime

[Intro] Uh, yeah, it's showtime It's showtime, yeah Feel the magic and soul of the YB's, yeah [Chorus] It's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime, it's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime Uh, check it... [Verse 1] You can't miss YB number 2 in that yellow and blue Your eyes be on my shoes when I drive by you You can't see me but I see you Not to any degree should you fear I-L-L-A-space-J is here I'm sensational, extra exceptional, extraterrestrialistic I'm at the top of the key slashing through your paint Like you broke my girl's car window Don't be surprised when you see how far we go Whoop your ass on the road, shoulda made your free throws My fault, is the squeaking of my shoes too loud? Well, it's part of the sport I gotta make noise when I cruise through crowds Uh, and quit bitchin' 'bout the calls That's why you choking, choking on my balls Ah-ha, you let me psyche you out Kiss kiss, bang bang, now I knocked you out [Chorus] It's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime, it's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime Yo, uh... [Verse 2] Yo, my style is sangria, get done over I take the needle and scratch your ass, spin, fast break No look pass, skyhook, no cash in the bank Only pounds 'cause I shoot all net Yeah, we coming back, put down your bet Uh, yeah, you gon' regret And pay me respect, I can detect Many biters, y'all ain't players, y'all ain't writers Put down the pen You can't even get a number without your friends And without the Benz, on the other hand I could score at will so force me left and get left While I lift in the air, and release Uh, and all sound is deceased It's John, son, and Big Game James, yeah [Chorus] It's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime, it's showtime It's showtime, it's showtime