Lyrics:
think of you baton rouge
I think of a back seat in a car
Windows are foggy and so are we
As the police asked for our i.d.
So helpless
So helpless
If there's no I.D. adios got no interest in minors
I'm on my grown man B.I you see why
Cause these lil broads think its not alright to be bi
I'm
do me right
they can be 21 or 20 years old
long as they got I.D.
Man I dont need no troubles
there might be two walkin over nice and real slow
they
I wonder what it feel like
To do that shit in real life
And now I know I got it
That's the reason No I.D. has signed me on the dotted
But it's
crazy, so we get to LA, we're staying off Coldwater Canyon
Alta Mesa, in studio city man, and I'm going to the studio with No I.D. Every day, and like,
and did an album with No I.D.
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
18 and over, that's what you gotta be
To purchase my tape and make sure you got i.d.
That's all I can say so mommy and daddy need to peep
It ain't
Fairy Princess never been before
Bald headed bouncers counting 1-2-3
She just walked right in and showed her fake I.D. and said…
Sucker, I'm only
I.D. But I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell 'em, Problem (problem)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (why)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
stuck, in the mud grips
And a big 'ole bouncer at the door
But don't show him your I.D.
And don't you dare step out on the floor
If you ain't here
How many butts can you fit in the backseat?
How many cans can you throw in a floorboard
Mama's credit card and your brother's I.D.
6 Bodies, one big
hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap
Ice muthafuckin T
Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D.
Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake
were all around.
We've got you taped you're in the play.
Here's your I.D.
(Ideal for identifying one and all.)
Invest your life in the memory
staring wide.
She flashes her i.d.
And makes a bigger fool of me.
get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives, and we
suits
So please show your I.D. at the door
[Chorus]
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
that shit that they believe in
DJs run it, they approach me, and it's praise I be receiving
From the night befo', at the club, fake I.D. my record spins
hang your ass from the moon
Cus you don't get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no
Highly-ranked, black blank I.D. cards
So disregard what you think you saw
Put that phone down now, who you think you callin', huh
One little flash then, goodnight
I been thinking 'bout you since we met at No I.D.'s
If you're free tonight I think that you should come see me
(Ohh, ohh)
Don't be scared of my
better than a crook
Setting us all up to fall like the twins, you, struck
Show them a picture of my I.D.
Better enough to prove that it's me
Look in
Fucked up how I did 'em man (What!)
Ain't no remorse for the corpse, truth is
Can't I.D. the body, nigga toothless
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch
me y'all
Highly ranked, black blank I.D. cards
So disregard what you think you saw
Put that phone down now, who you think you callin', huh
One
Showin' up all V.I.P.
Straight to the front i don’t need I.D.
Sayin' "Hi" to every single pretty girl i see
'Cuz everybody in the party wanna be like me
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