"Can't Be Faded" lyrics
DJ Drama & 38 Special Lyrics
Aw, I'm from the streets, nigga
Let's go, ah
(I can't be faded)
Right, uh
Aw, I'm from the streets, nigga
(I can't be faded)
Yo
Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all
It was either do dirt or starve
I ain't want to leave that person robbed
It's either that or snatch purses-
Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all
It was either do dirt-
Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all
It was either do dirt or starve
I ain't want to leave that person robbed
It's either that or snatch purses off, motherfucker
I grind for a week, same shirt and drawers
I don't give a fuck, I ain't tryna flirt with broads
I made no mistakes 'cause I learnt from y'all
Y'all has turned me to the perfect boss
Now I drive through the block, reverse the car
Drop work off, sit 'til that work is off
I only play the strip if the first involved
The first or the third, of course
Why y'all niggas grind for a month for that certain car
That's the only thing you workin' for? Not me
I grind 'til my mama don't hurt no more
So my pops ain't got to go to work no more
Nigga, I'll put you in a hearse or morgue
Tell me where you want to land: dirt or floor
Blaow, blaow, ooh, I know it hurts, so sore
If I put one in your head it won't hurt no more
What? Nigga, you ain't like the earth no more?
You don't want to see your earth no more?
He got direct connect to the cops, he gon' chirp the law
I'ma squirt and shoot 'til his shirt go off
I tell my mom, "Thanks", why? She birthed a boss
I'ma show you how them birds get tossed
Motherfucker, you get caught with a bird then you turn to law
I ain't never said a word, that's my word to dog
Was it possession in the third, or murder charge?
Kept my mouth shut, and ain't speak bout much
I hate when the broke niggas speak about bucks
How you tough, and you don't even leave the house much?
I see you shout tough, my bullets knock brains out
My knife make blood start leakin' out cuts
Smoke bogies, smoke reefer out a dutch
Play the block with crack, keep it by the nuts
The AR-15's in the cut
Got two 15s, and I talkin' 'bout the speakers in the truck
Bitch
Let's go, ah
(I can't be faded)
Right, uh
Aw, I'm from the streets, nigga
(I can't be faded)
Yo
Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all
It was either do dirt or starve
I ain't want to leave that person robbed
It's either that or snatch purses-
Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all
It was either do dirt-
Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all
It was either do dirt or starve
I ain't want to leave that person robbed
It's either that or snatch purses off, motherfucker
I grind for a week, same shirt and drawers
I don't give a fuck, I ain't tryna flirt with broads
I made no mistakes 'cause I learnt from y'all
Y'all has turned me to the perfect boss
Now I drive through the block, reverse the car
Drop work off, sit 'til that work is off
I only play the strip if the first involved
The first or the third, of course
Why y'all niggas grind for a month for that certain car
That's the only thing you workin' for? Not me
I grind 'til my mama don't hurt no more
So my pops ain't got to go to work no more
Nigga, I'll put you in a hearse or morgue
Tell me where you want to land: dirt or floor
Blaow, blaow, ooh, I know it hurts, so sore
If I put one in your head it won't hurt no more
What? Nigga, you ain't like the earth no more?
You don't want to see your earth no more?
He got direct connect to the cops, he gon' chirp the law
I'ma squirt and shoot 'til his shirt go off
I tell my mom, "Thanks", why? She birthed a boss
I'ma show you how them birds get tossed
Motherfucker, you get caught with a bird then you turn to law
I ain't never said a word, that's my word to dog
Was it possession in the third, or murder charge?
Kept my mouth shut, and ain't speak bout much
I hate when the broke niggas speak about bucks
How you tough, and you don't even leave the house much?
I see you shout tough, my bullets knock brains out
My knife make blood start leakin' out cuts
Smoke bogies, smoke reefer out a dutch
Play the block with crack, keep it by the nuts
The AR-15's in the cut
Got two 15s, and I talkin' 'bout the speakers in the truck
Bitch
