I.D. - Party Boy lyrics

[Intro] Am I recording? Awww sh**. Let's go! I.D., L.A., Oakland, c'mon! [Verse One] You heard it correctly Your homie go heavy Throw pennies at a cop car out of old Chevy's So many, no friendly po-lice, no like Joe is like, "Bambu" and I still don't know why Oh well I never gave a fraction of a f** They been trying to k** me since before I growed up Hold up So what? Let me slow myself up Before I untuck my shirt and unlace my Chucks We thump where I come from, ladies throw hands and break gla** Bottles on the heads of they boyfriends So I left, got a girlfriend straight from out the Sco But later on, found out, she might hurt my a** too But yo I can't front like she ain't holding Bam' steady But yo, I know if I slip I catch one in the belly And then, I.D. and DJ Phatty might have to get me Out of twenty stitch state in Frisco Emergency But hey [Interlude: Bambu talking] I.D. man. I don't know what you was thinking when you made this. But I'm glad you was. Hey! [Verse Two] You heard it correctly Buck Taylor go heavy 3000 dead soldiers, one broken half levee I'm a tight [?] on a po-lice cruiser But your wallet in the sky, let the po-lice shoot ya Pushing into my third decade But nah don't worry [?] Ready for when alphabet boys ready to come get me Say I'm a threat to Homeland Security I'm perty Ugly But damn can I rap And I don't need nice diamonds to get girls to clap I don't need a big gun to make rappers collapse But I got a big gun if you prefer it like that I do not live near a park where I can ride my bike And whistle "Dixie" while I bat my lashes at my wife Not I I live where three gangs have to go to war So I'm forced to be more yardcore right out of the door But aye [Interlude: Bambu talking] Ha. I.D., Bambu. DJ Phatrick in here. What up Dat? All of Oakland is in here. Wnat up Bracy? Hey. Yo [Verse Three] You heard it correctly DJ Phatty go heavy Peace to the lesbian daughter of ahhh Dick Cheney Enough dilly dally, k**a Cali's finest on deck While the opposition position us to talk out of they neck I'm a ooga booga to your American way of life That'll change your life like Tron's roll dice I might hold a grudge while holding my nuts I throw down on The Wake Up Show every time I come up I am a tad co*ky Take a beating like I'm Rocky Probably never be as principled as Kiwi but obviously I am me And the reason that you bought this disc Is to hear a Filipino on some wild out sh** I admit, I can be a little too much for the kids But hey, Cat and Paloma can deal with that sh** Go 'head