Fade Me

[Intro]

[Storm]

You can't fade me

You can't fade me

You can't fade me

You can't fade me

Verse 1

[Kastro]

True you a cutie and no i ain't tryin' to act a fool

And be rude

They call me Kastro

( And you )

Storm

Sound like a cutie too

What's poppin'

With me and you

Just hit me

With the seven

It'll be my pleasure

See what we can do

Oh

You ain't alone

Got a man at home

Answerin' the phone

But he ain't the one

Cause if he is

Than why you gone

What you drinkin' on

Hennessey with me

A glass of Thug Passion

Or just a plain Pepsi

Oh you cool

Sure that I assume

That you ain't

Too much of a drinker

Today

You's alright

I think I want you

Right away

See

I'm only eighteen

These groupies

They just

Want to sue me

Push my hoopty

Act like

They don't

Spend my dooky

And I could see

It'd be

Twenty-two

Or so

Older soldier

On my team

I put you

In my video

And give you

Plenty dough

By my hotel room

Four-fifty-four

Hope that you go

Baby

Can you fade me

[Chorus]

[Storm]

You can't fade me

You can't fade me

You can't fade me

You can't fade me

Verse 2

[Napolean]

See girl

I'm laced with game

But it ain't similar

The shit that I'm talkin'

Get more deeper

Than callin'

And comin' to visit you

It's hard to feel you

But I been playin'

Since I been born

And I moved

Up in a edge

Told the page

Turn it down

What's on

Can it all

The way you

Hit the club

To play the floor

Hittin' up

Every position

And that's for sure

But I think it's more

And the situation

That I'm facin'

Your Shorty

Was hesitation

So I'm a replacement

Plus it get's specific

And it ain't no hoochie

That's unlisted

That the homies

And I roll

What's twisted

And at the most

We dissin'

I ran through cousins

Through aunties

On down to triplets

For droppin'

The highest level

Of game

Ain't got no digits

Now

'Till you dig it

But you ain't in

No competition

Cause most conversations

You be kickin'

You sure to get it

Now baby

Can you fade me

Chorus

[2Pac & Storm]

(Ah Moo)

You can't fade me

(You a little player Napolean)

(But uh)

You can't fade me

(Let me show you somethin')

(How the big dogs do it nigga)

(You don't know how to rule no bitch nigga)

You can't fade me

(Hold up baby)

(This is how you get)

(Get your side)

You can't fade me

(Pick the all out)

(Pick out nigga)

(Which one)

(That one)

(Freak this shit)

Verse 3

[2Pac]

Hold up baby

Where you get off

Thinkin' you can fade me

Evade my niggas

Like Brady's

And then attempt

To play me

Oh yeah

You crazy

Thinkin' you can just

Be Swayze

Cause my conversation

Gettin' you hot enough

For love makin'

Participation is needed

Yeah I'm drunk

And gettin' weeded

In the back of my Jaguar

The life of a rap star

Completely freakable

I get weak

When I sit

And thinkin' shit

That we can do

Let me introduce

Mr. Makaveli

Sue you speakin' to

What's up with you

As you can see

I love freakin' you

(Boo)

(Who)

Black

Mexican

Puerto Rican too

Long as it's ghetto

You can bet

I'm gettin' deep in you

Believable

I got my eyes

Concentrated

On the size

Of your thighs

Now I ain't trade baby

But won't you

Let me ride

Cause a nigga

Want the pussy cat

This Thug Passion

So your man

Can't have it back

And that's a fact

So

How you want to act

Baby

Can you feel me

Like Run D.M.C.

It's like that

Tell me

Can you fade me

Outro

[2Pac & Storm]

You can't fade me

(That's how you mack to a bitch you little young nigga)

(Come on baby we gonna go to my little hotel and shit)

(Ha ha)

You can't fade me

(See if you can fade me)

(You feel me)

(Hey don't trip of the B word)

(That's just how muthafuckas talk on my block)

(Ha ha)

You can't fade me

(What's up though boo where you want to go)

(No we can go get a little drama and shit)

You can't fade me

(Jon P.)

(Crystal)

(Fat ass steak)

(Some lobster and shit)

You can't fade me

(Go back to the telly)

(Bump some of that Dramacydal Outlaw Immortal shit)

You can't fade me

(That's the type of shit that get me in the mood)

(You know what I mean)

(Ha ha)

(Come and tell you now)

You can't fade me

(And uh)

(After a few glasses of this Thug Passion baby)

(Huh)

(It's goin' be like Adam and Eve)

(Feel me)

You can't fade me

(Everything stop)

(Puff puff)

(And you don't stop)

You can't fade me

(So tell me baby boo)

(Can you fade us)

(Hey one love to that nigga D'Angelo)

You can't fade me

(Nigga this be bad than a muthafucka)

(You know)

(Ain't no disrespect big player)

You can't fade me

(But a muthafucka love this beat so much)

(Huh)

(We had to spit to it)

(So uh)

You can't fade me

(We send this one out to you)

You can't fade me

(Outlaw)

(West Side)

(Death Row)

(Thug Life)

(Outlaw)

You can't fade me

(West Side)

(Death Row)

(Thug Life)

(Outlaw)

You can't fade me

West Side)

(Death Row)

(Thug Life)

(Baby)

(Can you fade me)

You can't fade me

(West Side)