Artist: E.S.G. Album: Owner's Manual Song: Showin I.D. Typed by: Lil Hustle   [Hook - 4x] I'm po'ing up, and I'm showing I.D. Screens falling from the ceiling, can you see me   [E.S.G.] Welcome to the city, Southside rocking with me Where boys are slabbing old school, and make it work filthy Now Corey Blount and Smitty, young niggaz emulating We played the game for real, y'all boys are simulation Verbal penetration, better open up your ears 83's and 84's, them the years on my wheels I ain't talking norensen, but I got the lady on my grill Mashed potatos on my seats, brown gravy wood wheel Now if looks could kill, every bopper be dead Everytime we hit the parking lot, we turn a lot of heads See the black blue green go, wineberry red Gorilla super pokers, bitch you better watch your leg 17's sitting mean, two chromes me and bone The laws they be hating, I gotta watch my styrofoam Now all I need is Steamo, and H.A.W.K. on the track So Screw could bring it back, do my honors Fat Pat hey   [Hook - 4x]   [E.S.G.] Talking head shoulders, knees and toes That mean my roof my grill, my wheel and my do's Now my trunk doing shows, acting bad on a slab Spaceship when I flip, my IPad in my dash Now I just got a ticket, for showing my naked ass This the Family Business 3, my cotail making cash Wrist looking like glass, never seen nothing clearer I'm all blacked out, look like a church stain mirror Peanut butter palamino, senorita named Selena Half black and half latina, but she built like Serena Got a brother with a beamer, who get em for the low Told me if I buy five of em, he'd probably front me five mo' But you should of seen his eyes glow, when I came and bought me ten Thinking a nigga couldn't spend, cause I wasn't riding then This the land of go getters, birth place of trill niggaz Screwed Up Click, Southside I make em feel us nigga   [Hook - 4x]   [E.S.G.] I need Screw to bring it back, make that bitch tap tap Need Screw to bring it back, and make the bitch tap tap Hold up I'm flipping words, cause I'm gone on the syrup Nowadays niggaz get life, getting caught with the bird Now I miss the C-Beezy, Mr. P-A-Teezy Mr. M-O-Eezy, and the Big Steezy Can't forget the Mello, or the Pimp C In the studio it's me, Mr. E-S to the G We got the L-U-V, in this bitch hey Got my young nigga Bread in this bitch, what's up I got my young nigga Sam in this bitch, what's up I got my young nigga G in this bitch, what's up Now C-Deezy and Mooney, hit you with the iron Big Craig'll bust your head, if you haters trying It's going down in the South, nigga represent for Screw Can't forget my son Killa B, what up to the Stew Now what up Ms. Grey, what up Boogie Loc We going back in this bitch, blowing big smoke I'm still freestyling, even though the hook on Bitch it's off the dome, I make this bitch a song I'm so Southside, I'm so Southside Call me Chimmy Chang, bitch I'm so Southside We all in the car, we all in the truck Go on and hit the beat lil' Bobbie, 'fore we get stopped Nigga just tripping, nigga just flipping Nigga try to jack, I let the ruger start ripping Bitch it's off the head, fucking going FED We keep it on the low, round here we getting bread We some I-10 riders, 84 gliders Real Southsider, bitch I'm so flyer Now I'm getting higher, cause I'm on the bubble You fucking with the boss, pussy niggaz you in trouble This is it bitch   Let me shake my cup on that My wife hate that sound, run it back run it back