| Song | U Can't Fade Me |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | Immortalized |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clinton, Collins, jackson ... | |
| Drop a old school beat | |
| Ha-ha | |
| Ha-ha-ha-ha | |
| Plow! | |
| [ VERSE 1 ] | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Clinton, Collins, jackson ... | |
| Drop a old school beat | |
| Haha | |
| Hahahaha | |
| Plow! | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Collins, jackson ... | |
| Drop a old school beat | |
| Haha | |
| Hahahaha | |
| Plow! | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| 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 |