( * original lyrics by Ice Cube * )
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Drop a old school beat
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Ha-ha
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Ha-ha-ha-ha
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Plow!
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Now the taste of Crystal is fillin up my bladder
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What's the time on the rolie? It don't matter
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Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was tryin to sort
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To make a long story short:
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Ran into this girl named Sally
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Knew her from the backseat of my homeboy's Navi
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She said what's up, yeah, what's the deal?
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Check the nappy weave, 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, she said, "About 6 months"
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"Oh, how time flies when you're havin 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?" She said, "I got him on file"
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Then she said, "It's Spice 1", and smiled
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I dropped my stout, then everything went blank
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"Had a baby by you, the neighborhood skank?"
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She said, "Yeah, don't you remember that day?"
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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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My homies did the Soultrain on ya plenty of times"
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She said, "That day, nah, I was whorin
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And your ass is mine", that's when the sweat started pourin
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Cause all I seen was Spice 1 up in court
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Paying a gang on child support
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Then I thought deep about givin up the fetti
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What I need to do is kick the bitch in the belly
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Nah, cause then I'd really be faded
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That's murder one, cause it was premeditated
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What should I do? Kidnap the bitch and flee?
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How many months left? Damn, only 3
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I'm gettin faded
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Goddamn, what the fuck I done got myself into?
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This shit is dense
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Damn, I'm gettin faded
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Muthafuckas tryin to take my driver's license and shit
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Bitch, you can't fade me
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This bitch got a grip on my muthafuckin nuts, mayn
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Damn, I'm gettin faded
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But you know?
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I ain't finna go out
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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It's crazy, because before I could sleep with her
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I had to duck and dodge to try to creep with her
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See, the booty in the front was all in place
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But the girl had a pitbull face
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So I ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid
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Oh Lord, God forbid
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The homies see me at the hotel
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Cause I know they would love to just go tell
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Everybody in the hood that knows you're nasty
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Elbows and knees and feet was hella ashy
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So hold the big fat butt steady
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Cause yo, bitch, I got the three rubbers ready
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She started gruntin and squeelin like a wild bore
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I hit the ass from Cali to Singapore
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I dropped her off, man, and now I'm knowin
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That I'ma hate myself in the mornin
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I got drunk to help me forget
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Damn, another day, another hit
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Shit, I'm gettin faded
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No cigars, nigga
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Damn, you can't fade me
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You better fire up a muthafuckin blunt and get some Hen-dog
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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9 months later she's ready to drop the load
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And all the partners in the hood already know
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That it's 'posed to be mine, and they laughin at me
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You know Spice 1 can't be havin that, gee
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Thinkin to myself: why did I bang her?
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Now I'm in the closet lookin for the hanger
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Kaos, Vic Rock and [Name] won't let up
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They won't shut up, I'm gettin fed up
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Cause I know, you're tryin to break me
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And if I find out you're tryin to fade me
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I'ma clock yo ass with my shoe
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Beat you 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 gettin kinda major
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The baby came out, damn, it was a lifesaver
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Lookin 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 smilin, yeah, cause it read 'negative'
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Damn, why did I let her live?
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After that I shoula 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, you can't fade me"
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Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like that
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A nigga like me ain't finna go for the okey-doke
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The bitch out here thinkin she get a muthafucka for his cash and shit
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| Playin a muthafucka for some type of bitch-ass |
