Tonalité : Gb major
Verse 1
Em
When I was 17 I was staying in NYC
And my homie told me where
I could get a fake ID
A
"Aiyo son you better get
Em
A
that shit when you in NY"
So I hopped on the subway and
Em
I gave it a try
A
Em
Plesant surprise the ID looked fine
5'9, blues eyes, born in 1979
Nervous as hell I went to the
store with my homie
Came out and yelled "Dawg they
sold me a 40"
G
Yeah, you know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with
A
a fake ass hologram
G
No more looking for bums,
Em
standing in the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving
A
'em all my change
Bm
For the rest of the
A
summer man I was on fades
Em
17, had it made, getting drunk everyday
A
Eh, I got treated a whole new way
G
Because of a piece of plastic
Em
A
that proved I was of age
Verse 2
A
You know what I'm saying,
G
all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you're in the club
Verse 3
G
Now for the next three years I had
Em
G
so much fun
Em
Getting drunk in Hip- Hop clubs
where you had to be 21
Then one day I was walking
A
Em
and I saw a sign
That said KRS- One 21 up and live
Bm
That's hella tight
G
Aiyo I heard he always
Em
G
A
G
Em
ripped it
A
So I hopped up in my Civic
and went out to by a ticket
Em
When I got up the the door
the bouncer checking ID's
A
Looks at mine and he's like "Nah
Em
we don't take these"
I tried to reach and grab
my shit back
But the mother fucker was tougher
than Shaq, on crack
A
Em
I should've punched him, but
I would have reached his knee cap
Verse 4
And that probably wouldn't have
G
A
hurt him very much
Verse 5
Bm
D
A
He kept laughing and smilin' and he
Em
A
called me a dumb shit
Em
A
Em
G
Em
And if I would of let myself
G
A
G
I would have cried in public
A
Oh no, I'm like give it
Em
A
back bro
But no, my ID was jacked by the
Em
Caucasian Deebo
Verse 6
Em
G
Ha I'm laughing right now but at the time it really was
D
Em
A
not funny and it's still not very funny fucker
G
Bitch
Verse 7
Em
A
why you
got to take my ID?
G
A
Why do I have to be 21 to drink
Em
D
Em
a Long Island Ice tea?
A
Em
A
I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot tall legs
G
Bm
G
and shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten
Em
Your mother is dumb for having you
You're a bouncer because you have a small
A
Em
dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you
You're too big and
you never seemed to listen
You look injected with the shit
they give to KFC chickens
Bm
Em
G
I don't like ya, at all
A
Bm
D
I despise you
A
G
Em
If I was tall I would fight you
A
Em
If I was a dog I would bite you
G
Em
G
Every single day you make people cry
A
G
And your job is to go and ru
A
Em
in teenager's lives
G
Ok I'm going too far
A
bouncers aren't all bad
I'm sure they make great husbands
G
A
and really strong dads
G
Em
But hopefully you
A
learned a lesson from me
Never take an MC's fake ID
Yup, I said never take an MC's fake ID
Verse 8
G
You could
A
be buff and tough,
it don't matter to me
'Cause you're going to
get burned if you step to MCs
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