Grip Grand Showtime (that's Entertainment)
(Yo!)
Chorus:
Young and dangerous, I'm the main event and I'm sayin'
it.
Showtime! That's entertainment.
Wait a minute, this a masterpiece and I painted it,
namin' it.
Showtime! That's entertainment.
Hey, it's Grip, tryin' to make chips like the Vegas
strip, pay the rent.
Showtime! That's entertainment.
That's what the haters get, that's what they playin',
it's—wait for it—
Showtime! That's entertainment.
Verse 1:
Savor it, put it in your pocket for later, it's
My favorite, showtime, that's entertainment.
Songs that you sang to get
Up when you're down and get
Down like you got paid, but it was counterfeit.
How to live in Broakland with just fifty dolares?
Problem is, you can't sleep—the landlord is hollerin'.
He keeps sayin' "Yo, I need the rent by tomorrow n'
I'm callin' in the cops to get your asses thrown out
again!"
Shoutin' at the top of my lungs how I'm 'bout to been
Sprung out the B 'cuz my team's overpowerin'.
Your dream's over, now I'm in the place to be, housin'
it.
Power trip, Grip plug it in like a power strip.
'Bout to get to the nitty gritty like the heart of
things.
I love rap. You could do it, too. Be a part of things!
They tried changin' that, changin' this, chainin' us
Up, but I f..cked with the locks like I'm Jadakiss.
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Ya'll get the vapors, plus
Your DJ couldn't make a paper cut.
What up, Percee P? Thanks for "Paper Cup".
Scrapin' up the last of my cash
"Just to make a buck!"
Out of fifteen cents—the shit isn't addin' up.
Grip may have had enough,
Bitch, now it's batter up.
Bulletmouth, spittin' more shells than a bag of nuts.
Had the touch, but I lost-ed it.
Like my folks, got a divorce from it.
Broakland! Of course it is
Like a lead pipe across your ribs,
The force of it takes your breath away.
Torture? You don't know what torture is!
Grip is for the kids, punchlines and choruses,
Fortunate, you're all very lucky I recorded this.
When the battle stops,
Look, admit you're hooked,
Because I got more hooks than a tackle box.
Waitin' in the wings to be weighin' in, they're
convinced,
Made a dent—Showtime! That's entertainment.
(Chorus)
