Fake ID

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[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
that [Em]shit when [A]you in NY"
So I hopped on the subway and
[Em]I gave it a try
Plesant surprise [A]the [Em]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
No more looking for [G]bums,
standing in [Em]the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving
'em all my [A]change
For the rest of [Bm]the
summer man I was on [A]fades
17, had it made, [Em]getting drunk everyday
Eh, I got treated a [A]whole new way
Because of a piece of [G]plastic
[Em]that proved I wa[A]s of age

[Verse 2]
You know what [A]I'm saying,
all of a sudden you [G]get this little piece of plastic and you're in the club

[Verse 3]
Now for the next three [G]years I had
[Em]so m[G]uch fun
Get[Em]ting drunk in Hip- Hop clubs
where you had to be 21
Then one day I was walking
and [A]I s[Em]aw a sign
That said KRS- One 21 up and live
That's [Bm]hella tight
[G]Aiyo I heard he always
[Em]ripp[G]ed i[A]t[G][Em]
So [A]I hopped up in my Civic
and went out to by a ticket
When I [Em]got up the the door
the bouncer checking ID's
Looks at mine and he's like [A]"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]I should've punched him[Em], but
I would have reached his knee cap

[Verse 4]
And that probably wouldn't have
[G]hurt him [A]very much

[Verse 5]
He kept laughing and [Bm]smilin' [D]and [A]he
called [Em]me a [A]dumb shit
[Em]And if I would[A] of le[Em]t myself[G][Em]
[G]I wou[A]ld have cri[G]ed in public
Oh no, I'm like give [A]it
[Em]back bro[A]
But no, my ID was jacked by the
[Em]Caucasian Deebo

[Verse 6]
Ha I'm laughing right [Em]now but at the [G]time it really was
not [D]funny and [Em]it's still not very funny [A]fucker
[G]Bitch

[Verse 7]
[Em]why [A]you
got to take my ID?
[G]Why do I have to be [A]21 to drink
[Em]a Lo[D]ng Islan[Em]d Ice tea?
I hate [A]bouncers with [Em]their bald [A]heads and ten foot tall legs
and shirts that [G]they [Bm]outgr[G]ew when they were like ten
Your mother is dumb for [Em]having you
You're a bouncer because you have a small
dick and as a kid [A]everyone [Em]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]I do[Em]n't like ya, at al[G]l
[A]I despis[Bm]e you[D]
If [A]I was tall [G]I would [Em]fight you
[A]If I was a dog I would [Em]bite you
[G]Every [Em]single day [G]you make people cry
And your [A]job is [G]to go and ru
[A]in [Em]teenager's lives
Ok I'm going [G]too far
bouncers [A]aren't all bad
I'm sure they make great husbands
[G]and really strong dad[A]s
But [G]hopefully [Em]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
be buff [A]and tough,
it don't matter to me
'Cause you're going to
get burned if you step to MCs