Showtime Illa J

[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