Showtime
You walk up in the club like,
“what’s up, (1,2,3,4)
what’s up”
and step to me With
“What’s up man, how ya been,
who’s your friend.”
I just smile and stare as if to say I’m just chillin’ over
here
You pick up the tempo
Your boys start the flow
You bring it to the dance floor
Now we’ve got a show we’ve got a show
Ya!
You’ve got the moves that shine the groove
From way back in ’83
You could tell the crowd is feeling it
You’re stealing looks, like dirty crooks
You kick up your gators, at all the haters
You brought yours tonight but boy be sure
I brought mine
It’s showtime, its showtime, it’s showtime
But there’s more to this story
Than one man’s fame or glory
We tear it off like this, like this, like this
You work the moves and I’ll write the groove
We can show this party how to shake and groove
From the front of the stage to the flower on the wall
We can write their style
We can show them all
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