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Spice 1

Genres: Hip-Hop

U Can't Fade Me Lyrics - Spice 1

Drop a old school beat 

 

Ha-ha 

Ha-ha-ha-ha 

 

Plow! 

 

Now the taste of Crystal is fillin' up my bladder 

What's the time on the rolie? It don't matter 

Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was tryin' to sort 

To make a long story short, 

Ran into this girl named Sally 

Knew her from the backseat of my homeboy's Navi 

She said what's up, yeah, what's the deal? 

Check the nappy weave, of course it ain't real 

Then I looked down, she was fat in the front 

I asked how long, she said, "About 6 months" 

"Oh, how time flies when you're havin fun" 

She said, "Yeah, but the damage is done" 

"Where you been?" "On a little vacation" 

"Oh, by the way, congratulations 

Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file" 

Then she said, "It's Spice 1", and smiled 

I dropped my stout, then everything went blank 

"Had a baby by you, the neighborhood skank?" 

She said, "Yeah, don't you remember that day?" 

I thought back and tried to calculate 

Then I said, "Damn, are you sure it's mine? 

My homies did the Soultrain on ya plenty of times" 

She said, "That day, nah, I was whorin' 

And your ass is mine", that's when the sweat started pourin 

Cause all I seen was Spice 1 up in court 

Paying a gang on child support 

Then I thought deep about givin up the fetti 

What I need to do is kick the bitch in the belly 

Nah, 'cause then I'd really be faded 

That's murder one, 'cause it was premeditated 

What should I do? Kidnap the bitch and flee? 

How many months left? Damn, only 3 

I'm gettin' faded 

 

Goddamn, what the fuck I done got myself into? 

This shit is dense 

 

Damn, I'm gettin' faded 

 

Muthafuckas tryin to take my driver's license and shit 

 

Bitch, you can't fade me 

 

This bitch got a grip on my mothafuckin' nuts, mayn 

 

Damn, I'm gettin' faded 

 

But you know? 

I ain't finna go out 

 

It's crazy, because before I could sleep with her 

I had to duck and dodge to try to creep with her 

See, the booty in the front was all in place 

But the girl had a pitbull face 

So I ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid 

Oh Lord, God forbid 

The homies see me at the hotel 

Cause I know they would love to just go tell 

Everybody in the hood that knows you're nasty 

Elbows and knees and feet was hella ashy 

So hold the big fat butt steady 

Cause yo, bitch, I got the three rubbers ready 

She started gruntin and squeelin' like a wild bore 

I hit the ass from Cali to Singapore 

I dropped her off, man, and now I'm knowin' 

That I'ma hate myself in the mornin' 

I got drunk to help me forget 

Damn, another day, another hit 

Shit, I'm gettin' faded 

 

No cigars, nigga 

 

Damn, you can't fade me 

 

You better fire up a mothafuckin' blunt and get some Hen-dog 

 

9 months later she's ready to drop the load 

And all the partners in the hood already know 

That it's 'posed to be mine, and they laughin' at me 

You know Spice 1 can't be havin' that, gee 

thinkin' to myself: why did I bang her? 

Now I'm in the closet lookin' for the hanger 

Kaos, Vic Rock and ? won't let up 

They won't shut up, I'm gettin' fed up 

Cause I know, you're tryin to break me 

And if I find out you're tryin to fade me 

I'ma clock yo ass with my shoe 

Beat you down and leave a crown or two 

That night she went into labor 

And the shit is gettin' kinda major 

The baby came out, damn, it was a life saver 

lookin' like my next-door neighbor 

She said it was mine, that was her best guess 

But let's check the results of the blood test 

I started smilin, yeah, 'cause it read 'negative' 

Damn, why did I let her live? 

After that I shoula got the gat 

And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap 

But no, I just told the hoe who laid me 

"Excuse me, bitch, it's a switch, you can't fade me" 

 

Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like that 

A nigga like me ain't finna go for the okey-doke 

The bitch out here thinkin' she get a muthafucka for his cash and shit 

Playin' a muthafucka for some type of bitch-ass nigga 

But you know what? 

Before I go for the okey-doke, hoe 

I'ma let the pistol smoke 

And that's real 

 

The bitch tryin' to fade me 

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