Текст песни Cassidy - Can`t Fade Me
Cassidy - Can`t Fade Me слова песни
Текст песни Cassidy - Can`t Fade Me
(feat. Nas, Quan)Yea, hehe. Don QuanA vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby[Chorus: Quan]Y'all niggaz is crazy. (To think) Y'all niggaz can't fade me(Trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block( )Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin it all I gotY'all haters can't hold me. (No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me(Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live itand whips I be whippin, smokin on the exquisite[Nas]In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dopePretty Hawaian bitches who eat choch and deep throatSame niggaz that get down, remember themCalifornia style, yeah I went back againBut much wiser, 'cause these guys areLeave you up shits creek and won't lose sleepSo while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and kochMy man got the dot, five-oh blockIt's like the movies shots as niggaz watchBut the American versionEast coast, west coast as we connect these curtains'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck'sIs gonna happen, gun clappin, remember thatNow we on the soothern part of the mapHouston, party of the year, everybody thereTexas, no guestlist, only real players allowedMe and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy*[Chorus: Quan][Quan]VA game spittin, platinum grill grinninChrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glisteninAny amount we sippin, passion for thugs livinFree, fresh and out of prisonFlexin that new editionGood grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelinBobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleamingHat cocked duce, puffin the quarter looselyPoppin the bottle and tippin fifth of that to gooseyShinnin for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil' ShawneyStill reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for meEnjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carrySee cousin hookin money, for God momentaryFloss every chance I get, spread love freelyStill spittin gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need meStill got that mack with me, for niggaz actin sillystill pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city[Chorus: Quan][Cassidy]Yeah, I pray every day for a better lifeI think it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never rightMake about it Christ, I'm on both of my kneesThere's no hope, that why I'm smokin the treesDamn, all for the chees, I lost both of my mansThat's why this toast is in the both of my handsDamn, and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to workI go to the Range more than I go to churchMy whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn't itI ain't tryin to be fatality listedAnd yo reverend, gettin dough is like goin to heavenAnd goin to jail, like goin to hellBut before I go in the grave, I'll go in the cellJust send my son mo' dough in the mailOh well, but I got god on my side so I'm beatin the case