- Cassidy Can't Fade Me 歌詞
- Cassidy
- Vocal:Cassidy/Nas/Quan
Yea, hehe. Don Quan A vision of Gods Son Nas. That ***** Cass rules. Whattup baby [Chorus: Quan] Yall * ****z is crazy. (To think) Yall *****z cant fade me (Trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block Anyway I got to get it, Im givin it all I got Yall haters cant hold me. (No Way) And yall dont want to zone me (Want it your way) So when I get, Im gon get it, in my life how I live it and whips I be whippin, smokin on the exquisite [Nas] In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and **** Pretty Hawaian **** *es who eat choch and deep throat Same *****z that get down, remember them California style, yeah I went back again But much wiser, cause these guys are Leave you up *******ts creek and wont lose sleep So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch My man got the dot, five-oh block Its like the movies shots as *****z watch But the American version East coast, west coast as we connect these curtains Cause we aint scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chucks Is gonna happen, gun clappin, remember that Now we on the soothern part of the map Houston, party of the year, everybody there Texas, no guestlist, only real players allowed Me and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy* [Chorus: Quan] [Quan] VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin Any amount we sippin, passion for thugs livin Free, fresh and out of prison Flexin that new edition Good grain gettin, *******t and lovin the feelin Bobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleaming Hat ****ed duce, puffin the quarter loosely Poppin the bottle and tippin fifth of that to goosey *******nnin for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil Shawney Still reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for me Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry See cousin hookin money, for God momentary Floss every chance I get, spread love freely Still spittin gangsta *******t, cause the streets need me Still got that mack with me, for *****z actin silly still pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city [Chorus : Quan] [Cassidy] Yeah, I pray every day for a better life I think its gon get better but its like Im never right Make about it Christ, Im on both of my knees Theres no hope, that why Im smokin the trees Damn, all for the chees, I lost both of my mans Thats why this toast is in the both of my hands Damn, and Ill sell coke and birds fore I go to work I go to the Range more than I go to church My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isnt it I aint tryin to be fatality listed And yo reverend, gettin dough is like goin to heaven And goin to jail, like goin to hell But before I go in the grave, Ill go in the cell Just send my son mo dough in the mail Oh well, but I got god on my side so Im beatin the case This life crazy but Im keepin the faith
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