I.D
Party Boy
[Intro]
Am I recording? Awww sh*t. 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**k
They been trying to kill 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 st**ch 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 D**k Cheney
Enough dilly dally, Killa 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 c*cky
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*t
I admit, I can be a little too much for the kids
But hey, Cat and Paloma can deal with that sh*t
Go 'head