2Pac — Fade Me Original Version

[Intro/Chorus: Jewell] You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me [Verse 1: Kastro] Truly, you're a cutie You know I ain't tryin' to act a fool And be rude, they call me Kastro And you; Oh! Storm sound like a cutie too What's poppin'? with me and you Just hit me with the seven It'll be my pleasure to 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? - Hennessy with me A glass of Thug Passion or just a plain Pepsi Oh! you're cool? - sure that I assume You ain't too much of a drinker today You was alright, I think I want you right away See, I'm only eighteen, these groupies they just want to sue me Push my whoopty, 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 of dough By my hotel room, Four fifty four, hope that you go Baby, can you fade me? [Chorus: Jewell] You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me [Verse 2: Napoleon] 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 ya, it's hard to feel ya But I been playin' since I been born And I moved up in a age strolled the page, turned it, now it's on Can't ignore, the way you hit the club and play the floor Hittin' up every position and that's for sure But I think it's more, than situation that I'm facin' Your Shorty was hesitation so I'ma replace her Plus to get specific; it ain't no hoochie that's unlisted That the homies that I roll with ain't twisted And that what makes me diss it I ran through cousins, through aunties on down to triplets For droppin' the highest level of game and got no digits Now can 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: Jewell] You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me [Collision: 2Pac] Oh! Mo, you're a little player Napoleon but uhh (Let me show y'all little niggas how it really goes) I'ma show you how the big dogs do it nigga This is how you get her up You don't know how to rule no bitch nigga (Hold up baby! would you get off, thinkin' you can fade me) Look how you stutter and shit nigga, watch out Get to the side, which one? Pick all out, pick out nigga, which one? That one? - peep this shit [Verse 3: 2Pac] Hold up baby, would you get off, thinkin' you can fade me? Evadin' my niggas like radius and then attempt to play me Oh! yeah, you're crazy thinkin' you can just be Swazy '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 freak-able I get weak, when I sit and think of shit that we can do Let me introduce Mr. Makaveli is who you're 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 Believe it boo, I got my eyes concentrated on the size of your thighs No I ain't Dre baby, but won't you let me ride? 'Cause a nigga want the putty 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? [Chorus: Jewell] You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me, you can't fade me You can't fade me [Collision: 2Pac] That's how you mack to a bitch you little young niggas Come on baby, we finna go to my little hotel and shit Ha ha, to see if you can fade me, feel me? Hey, don't trip of the 'B' word That's just how motherfuckers talk on my block Ha ha, What's up though boo? where you want to go? No we can go get a little drama and shit Don P., Crystal, Fat ass steak, some lobster and shit Go back to the telly Bump some of that Dramacydal Outlaw Immortal shit That's the type of shit that get me in the mood, you know what I mean? Ha ha, come and tell you now and uhh And after a few glasses of this Thug Passion baby Huh, it's goin' be like Adam and Eve, feel me? Everything stops, puff puff, and you don't stop So tell me baby boo, can you fade us? Hey one love to that nigga D'Angelo Nigga, this beat's bad than a motherfucker You know, ain't no disrespect big player But a motherfucker loves this beat so much Huh, we have this bitch too, so uhh We're sendin' this one out to you OUTLAW!! WEST SIDE!! DEATH ROW!! THUG LIFE!! OUTLAW!! WEST SIDE!! DEATH ROW!! THUG LIFE!! OUTLAW!! WEST SIDE!! DEATH ROW!! THUG LIFE!! Baby, can you fade me? WEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! WEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! WEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! WEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! WEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! OUTLAW!!