Drop an old school beat!
[Verse 1:]
Now the taste of alcohol is fillin' up my bladder
What's the date and time, it don't matter,
Had a pocket full of phone numbers, I was tryin' to sort,
To make a long story short,
Ran into this girl named Carla.
Knew her from the back seat of my homie's Impala,
She said, “Whassup, yeah, what's the deal?”
Check the hairdo, of course, it ain't real,
Then I looked down, she was fat in the front,
I asked how long? “Well, about seven months.”
Oh, how time flies when you're havin' fun!
She said, “Yeah, but the damage is done!
Where you been?” On a little vacation,
Oh, by the way, congratulations!
Who's the lucky man? I don't have a clue.
Then she said, “The lucky man is you.” I dropped my brew,
And everything looked fuzzy,
Not a baby by you, the neighborhood hussy!
She said, “Yeah, remember that date?”
I thought back and tried to calculate,
Then I said, “Damn, are you sure it's mine?
‘Cause I know you been tossed plenty of times.”
She said, “That day, no, I wasn't whorin',
Your ass is mine.” That's when the sweat started pourin',
‘Cause all I saw was Ice Cube in court
Payin' a gang on child support,
Then I thought deep about givin' up the money,
What I need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy.
Naw, ‘cause then I'd really get faded,
That's murder one' cause it was premeditated,
So what Imma do, I don't have a clue,
How many months left? Damn, only two!
I'm gettin' faded.
No cigar, G!
Livin', and jivin', and diggin' the skin he's in!
Ayo, homey, man, I'm gettin' faded!
[Verse 2:]
It's crazy, ‘cause before I could sleep with her
I had to duck, and dodge, and try to creep with her.
See, the booty and the front was all in place,
But the girl had the pitbull face,
So we ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid,
Oh lord, god forbid!
My homies see me at the motel,
‘Cause those fools would love to just go tell,
Everybody in the hood that knows your rep,
So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept
And hold your big fat butt steady,
‘Cause, yo, ho, I got the paper bag ready.
She started moanin' and gobblin' like a turkey,
I knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque,
I dropped her off, man, and I'm knowin'
That Imma hate myself in the morning,
I got drunk to help me forget.
Yo, another day, another hit shit,
I'm gettin' faded.
Livin', and jivin', and diggin' the skin he's in!
Ayo, you know what time it is?
[Verse 3:]
Nine months later she's ready to drop the load,
And everybody in the hood already knows,
It's supposed to be mine so they laughin' at me,
You know, Ice Cube can't be havin' that, G!
I'm thinkin' to myself why did I bang her,
Now I'm in the closet, lookin' for the hanger,
JD and Jinx and T-Bone won't let up ,they won't shut up,
I'm gettin' fed up, bitch!
‘Cause I know you're tryin' to break me,
But if I find out you're tryin' to fake me,
Imma buff that duff and hoot,
Beat ya down and leave a crown or two.
That night she went into labor,
And the shit is gettin' kinda major,
The baby came out damn, it was a lifesaver,
Lookin' like my next-door neighbor.
She said it was mine, that was her best guess,
But let's check the results of the blood test,
I started smilin', yeah, ‘cause it read negative.
Damn, why did I let her live?!
After that I should've got the gat,
And bust, and rushed, and illed, and peeled the cap.
But, no, I just told the ho, who laid me,
“Excuse me, bitch, it's a switch.
You can't fade me!”
Naw, baby, not this way. Yo, you ain't playin' Ice Cube out like no booger. I don't fall for the okey-doke, and before I fall for the okey-doke, I let the pistol smoke. Now sing it!
Livin', and jivin', and diggin' the skin he's in!
Yeah, baby, you can't fade me. Nah, unfadable, baby!