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Ice Cube - You Can't Fade Me/JD's Gaffilin' lyrics
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder What's the date and time it don't matter Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying to sort To make a long story short Ran into this girl named Carla Knew her from the back seat of my homie's Impala She said what's up yeah what's the deal Check the hairdo of course it ain't real Then I looked down she was fat in the front I asked how long, well about seven months Oh how time flies when you're having 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? I don't have a clue Then she said the lucky man is you I dropped my brew And everything looked fuzzy Not a baby by you the neighborhood hussy She said yeah remember that date I thought back and tried to calculate Then I said damn are you sure it's mine Cause I know you been tossed plenty of times She said that day no I wasn't whoring Your ass is mine that's when the sweat started pouring Cause all I saw was Ice Cube in court Paying a gang on child support Then I thought deep about giving up the money What I need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy Naw cause then I'd really get faded That's murder one cause it was premeditated So what I'm a do I don't have a clue How many months left damn only two I'm gettin faded No cigar, G Ay yo homey man I'm getting faded It's crazy cause before I could sleep with her I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her See the booty and the front was all in place But the girl had the pitbull face So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid Oh lord god forbid My homies see me at the motel Cause those fools would love to just go tell Everybody in the hood that knows your rep So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept And hold your big fat butt steady Cause yo hoe I got the paper bag ready She started moaning and gobbling like a turkey I knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque I dropped her off man and I'm knowing That I'm a hate myself in the morning I got drunk to help me forget Yo another day another hit shit I'm gettin faded Ay yo you know what time it is Nine months later she's ready to drop the load And everybody in the hood already knows It's supposed to be mine so they laughing at me You know Ice Cube can't be having that G I'm thinking to myself why did I bang her Now I'm in the closet looking for the hanger JD and Jinx and T-Bone won't let up they won't shut up I'm gettin fed up bitch Cause I know you're tryin to break me But if I find out your tryin to fake me I'm a buff that duff for a hoot Beat ya down and leave a crown or two That night she went into labor And the shit is getting kinda major The baby came out damn it was a lifesaver Looking 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 smiling yeah cause it read negative Damn why did I let her live? After that I should've 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 Naw baby not this way Yo you ain't playing Ice Cube out like no booger I don't fall for the okey-doke And before I fall for the okey-doke I let the pistol smoke Now sing it Yeah baby you can't fade me Naw unfadable baby |
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