Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Can't Fade Me, artist - Ice Cube.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
You Can't Fade Me |
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 tryin' 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 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? |
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 |
Payin' 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 |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
(No cigar, G) |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
(Ay yo, homey man, I’m getting faded) |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
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 pit bull 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 knowin' |
That I’m a hate myself in the mornin' |
I got drunk to help me forget |
Yo another day another hit, shit, I’m gettin' faded |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
(Ay yo, you know what time it is) |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
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 thinkin' 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 an 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 |
Pistol, sing |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
(Yeah, baby you can’t fade me) |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
(Naw unfadable baby, yo) |
Livin' an' drivin' an' music |
I never got gaffle like that |
I used to do to gafflin' |