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