"My brother used to make beats in the basement,” says Dash. “When he’d leave the house, I’d steal the beats off of his computer and record them on a karaoke machine.”
Dash began writing raps at 12 years old. By high school, he’d taken on the name “ATL” as part of a four-man rap group called the Blackout Boys. In 2006, the group (which included Dash’s brother) released a mixtape, Recognition, which generated significant buzz around Mill Creek High School. The following year, the already popular Dash – a basketball-playing heartthrob – released a solo mixtape entitled My Turn, further boosting his high school profile. However, the aspiring emcee didn’t begin to take his music career seriously until he became a father at the age of 16.
Showout
Roscoe Dash Lyrics
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Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out.
I got lots of gwalla, lemme show you how I show out .
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I got lots of gwalla, I spend it.
I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending.
Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach.
Like Roscoe why you *grind* so hard? I'm like I'm tryna get it.
And that's just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks; but you know that I blew it.
Hit the blunt, and threw it. That's just how we do it.
V.I.P. with M.M.I. you know we gon be stupid.
You know I make it rain hoe, Goosey by the bottle, blowin fruity like a mango.
Gone and catch this change hoe, yeah we in this thang hoe.
It's R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I'm headed for the fame hoe.
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow (out out out out)
Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out.
Inhale the kushhh, then I blow out.
SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out
Back to the crib with yo girl and I go out.
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We don't even go out, all she do is hoe out.
I don't even know her and I fucked er, what you know bout that?
See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks
Now my meat's between her buns like a fuckin big mac.
And everytime she place her order, I beat er then deport er.
I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter.
Shawty bad, she expensive; so you prolly couldn't afford er.
But every time I see her it's crunch time, like we in the fourth quarter, and I'm gone.
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out .
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow (out out out out)
Show out, all I do is show out
Watch me while I show out
Roscoe Dash a show out
Show out, show out, show out
Show out, show out, show out.
Yeaaah this ya boy Roscoe Dash Mr. All Da Way Trunt up and I'm back in the booth nigga!
Ain't I the greatest of all these fuck niggas, real niggas saluute me and im gone
The song "Showout" by Roscoe Dash is a braggadocious rap anthem that highlights the artist's opulent lifestyle. The chorus repeats the refrain, "I got lots of gwalla (money), let me show you how I show out," while the verses explore the rapper's taste for high-end fashion and his penchant for extravagant spending. The lyrics also allude to his sexual exploits and willingness to leave women behind after using them for his pleasure.
The first verse sets the tone for the song by proclaiming his love for expensive brands, including Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Prada. He boasts about his reckless spending habits, "ballin like it's no tomorrow," and demonstrates his disregard for financial responsibility with lines like, "Hit the mall with bout 10 stacks, but you know that I blew it." He also references drug use, both marijuana and cocaine, with the line, "Inhale the kushhh, then I blow out."
In the second verse, Roscoe Dash takes a more explicit approach and describes his sexual exploits with women. He objectifies the women, referring to them as "hoes," and states that he does not even know some of the women he has slept with. The lyrics are graphic, with a reference to his "meat" between a woman's "buns like a fuckin big mac." The song ends with a sense of pride in his achievements, declaring himself "the greatest of all these f*** n*****."
Line by Line Meaning
I got lots of gwalla, lemme show you how I show out.
I have a lot of money and I want to demonstrate how I spend it.
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out.
I always go out dressed up when I go out.
Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out.
Inhale the kushhh, then I blow out.
I constantly show off and boast. I smoke marijuana, then I exhale.
SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out
Back to the crib with yo girl and I go out.
I drive an SS Camaro and I take your girl back to my place.
We don't even go out, all she do is hoe out.
I don't even know her and I fucked er, what you know bout that?
See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks
Now my meat's between her buns like a fuckin big mac.
And everytime she place her order, I beat er then deport er.
I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter.
I don't even go out with her, all she does is prostitute herself. I had sex with her without even knowing her. She only knows me for my money. I am having sex with her, and it is amazing. I have sex with her and then leave her. I get both good and bad outcomes.
Shawty bad, she expensive; so you prolly couldn't afford er.
But every time I see her it's crunch time, like we in the fourth quarter, and I'm gone.
The girl I'm with is very attractive, so you probably couldn't afford her. But every time we're together, it's like a critical moment in a game - and I always leave after.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: REBECCA ROSE JOHNSON, CHRISTIAN RICH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@bob
Still listening in 2020 #Quarantine
@aliwestbrooks2005
Yesssssirr 🔥🔥
@helielfilmz3348
Already
@goliathgiant3372
Dope
@oddman1631
What happened to you, B.O.B?
@phillipc4196
Adi Singhai 💀💀😂😂
@superdupafresh
This song brings back so many memories 🤦🏾♂️
@Flacsem
Armani Greene omm bro 🤦🏾♂️ remember being a jit me an all my cousins would jam this all day
@Power-9Hunnid
Didn't get into it until Ross remixed it!
@b.u.c.k.3163
Armani Greene no lie bro what happen to this type of music