2Pac – Fade Me (Unreleased OG 1) feat. Kastro, Napoleon, Jewel 


Date: November 16, 1995
Producer: Johnny “J” Jackson
Recorded for: All Eyez On Me / Supreme Euthanasia / When I Get Free
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Samples: D’Angelo – Lady


Lyrics:

Intro

[Chorus]

You can’t fade me
You can’t fade me
You can’t fade me
You can’t fade me

Verse 1

[Kastro]

True
You a cutie
And no
I ain’t tryin’
To act a fool
And be rude
They call me Kastro
And you
Storm
Sound like a cutie too
What’s poppin’
With me and you
Just hit me
With the seven
It’ll be my pleasure
See what we can do
Oh You ain’t alone
Got a man at home
Answerin’ the phone
But he ain’t the one
Cause if he is
Than why you gone
What you drinkin’ on
Hennessey. with me
A glass of Thug Passion
Or just a plain Pepsi
Oh you cool
Sure then I assume
That you ain’t
Too much of a drinker
Today
You’s alright
I think I want you
Right away
See
I’m only eighteen
These groupies
They just
Want to sue me
Push my hoopty
Act like
They don’t
Spend my dooky
And I could see
It’d be
Twenty-two
Or so
Older soldier
On my team
I put you
In my video
And give you
Plenty dough
In my hotel room
Four-fifty-four
Hope that you go
Baby
Can you fade me

[Chorus]

You can’t fade me
You can’t fade me
You can’t fade me
You can’t fade me

Verse 2

[Napolean]

See girl
I’m laced with game
But it ain’t similar
The shit that I’m talkin’
Get more deeper
Than callin’
And comin’ to visit you
It’s hard to feel you
But I been playin’
Since I been born
And I moved
Up in a age
Told the page
Turned it
Now it’s on
Can it all
The way you
Hit the club
To play the floor
Hittin’ up
Every position
And that’s for sure
But I think it’s more
And the situation
That I’m facin’
Your Shorty
Was hesitation
So I’m a replacement
Plus it get’s specific
And it ain’t no hoochie
That’s unlisted
That the homies
And I roll
What’s twisted
And at the most
We dissin’
I ran through cousins
Through aunties
On down to triplets
For droppin’
The highest level
Of game
Ain’t got no digits
Now
‘Till you dig it
But you ain’t in
No competition
Cause most conversations
You be kickin’
You sure to get it
Now baby
Can you fade me

[Chorus]

[2Pac]

*2Pac talks over chorus*

Ah Moo
You a little player Napolean
But uh
Ima show you ow the big dogs do it nigga
You don’t know how to rule no bitch nigga
Look how you were stuttering and shit nigga
Watch out
Get to the side
Which one
Pick the all out
Pick out nigga
Which one
That one
Freak this shit

Verse 3

[2Pac]

Hold up baby
Where do you get off
Thinkin’ you can fade me
Evade my niggas
Like Brady’s
And then attempt
To play me
Oh yeah
You crazy
Thinkin’ you can just
Be Swayze
Cause my conversation
Gettin’ you hot enough
For love makin’
Participation is needed
Yeah I’m drunk
And gettin’ weeded
In the back of my Jaguar
The life of a rap star
Completely freakable
I get weak
When I sit
And thinkin’ shit
That we can do
Let me introduce
Mr. Makaveli
Sue you speakin’ to
What’s up with you
As you can see
I love freakin’ you
(Boo)
(Who)
Black
Mexican
Puerto Rican too
Long as it’s ghetto
You can bet
I’m gettin’ deep in you
Believable
I got my eyes
Concentrated
On the size
Of your thighs
Now I ain’t trade baby
But won’t you
Let me ride
Cause a nigga
Want the pussy cat
This Thug Passion
So your man
Can’t have it back
And that’s a fact
So
How you want to act
Baby
Can you feel me
Like Run D.M.C.
It’s like that
Tell me
Can you fade me

Outro

[2Pac & Chorus]

*2Pac talks over chorus*

That’s how you mack to a bitch you little young niggas
Come on baby we gonna go to my little hotel and shit
Ha ha
See if you can fade me
You feel me
Hey don’t trip of the B word
That’s just how muthafuckas talk on my block
Ha ha
What’s up though boo where you want to go
No we can go get a little drama and shit
Jon P.
Crystal
Fat ass steak
Some lobster and shit
Go back to the telly
Bump some of that Dramacydal Outlaw Immortal shit
That’s the type of shit that get me in the mood
You know what I mean
Ha ha
Come and tell you now
And uh
After a few glasses of this Thug Passion baby
Huh
It’s goin’ be like Adam and Eve
Feel me
Everything stop
Puff puff
And you don’t stop
So tell me baby boo
Can you fade us
Hey one love to that nigga D’Angelo
Nigga this be bad than a muthafucka
You know
Ain’t no disrespect big player
But a muthafucka love this beat so much
Huh
We had to spit to it
So uh
We send this one out to you
Outlaw
West Side
Death Row
Thug Life
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Death Row
Thug Life
Baby
Can you fade me