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