Party Boy

[Intro] Am I recording? Awww shit. 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 fuck 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 glass 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 ass 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, 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 cocky 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 shit I admit, I can be a little too much for the kids But hey, Cat and Paloma can deal with that shit Go 'head