Fade / Summertime

Lyrics

Part 1: Fade [Intro: Jay Worthy] Fade to Nigga, you can catch a fade (Nigga, you can catch a fade) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, huh, huh, nigga, you can catch a fade (Nigga, you can catch a fade, fade) Huh, what? Yeah (Hey) Huh? What? Nigga, nigga, we can squabble it up (Nigga, we can squabble it up) [Verse 1: Jay Worthy] Pussy nigga, you a bitch (You a lame) Ridin' coattails on another nigga dick (That's a shame) I ain't a rapper, I'm a pimp (Ooh-wee) That's why these bitches check dough, they ain't fuckin' with a simp (Huh) Nigga, you know what it is (You know what it is) Check hoes, not mics, know I gotta represent (Represent) For the P's and the hustlas Off that Snoop DOG for the G's and hustlas (Fade) And, no, nigga, I don't trust her (Trust her) Let her choose up, pimpin don't cuff her (Cuff her) You a buster, all you do is love her (Love her) I'm a real one, I ain't tryna fuck her Get real money, you stay at the Luxor (At the Luxor) I'm at the [?], nigga, eatin' on lobster (Real niggas) West Side, homie, I'm a Deuce Liner (West) Flamed up, nigga, like a 49er (Hey) [Chorus: Jay Worthy & Mitchy Slick] Yeah, yeah, yeah, what? What? Nigga, we can run a fade (Nigga, we can run a fade) Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh Nigga, you can catch a fade (Nigga, you can catch a fade) Huh, huh, what? What? Yeah Nigga, we can line it up (Nigga, we can line it up) Huh, huh, what? What? Nigga (Yeah) Nigga, we can squabble it up (Nigga, we can squabble it up, Mitchy) [Verse 2: Mitchy Slick] Bick it, blood, I ain't tryna knock yo hoe She just tricked on a nigga at the Louis store (Hi) Grabbed a couple pair of kicks, belt, and the coat Put it on the counter, she said, "Babe, gone and get some more" (Chucks) Shit, I barely talk to her, let alone fuck her I'ma leave the strong back shit to you busters Leave the [?] shit to you [?] hustlas Them crazy texts that you seen, nigga, I don't know how you trust her (What?) Got me fucked up, bangin' on the internet Talkin' 'bout I smashed off when you seen me in my Vette That's why when I seen you at the club a nigga took off Slippin' in my red bottoms, still fractured your jaw (Leak) Somehow your chain and my iPhone 6 got in my pocket But, homie, I don't want this shit (Clown) And if you want it back, we can meet at 6 And if yo squares don't come, I'ma post this pic (Flex) [Chorus: Jay Worthy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, what? What? Nigga, we can run a fade (Nigga, we can run a fade) Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh Nigga, you can catch a fade (Nigga, you can catch a fade) Huh, huh, what? What? Yeah Nigga, we can line it up (Nigga, we can line it up) Huh, huh, what? What? Nigga Nigga, we can squabble it up (Nigga, we can squabble it up) [Outro] Hey Fade (Ooh) Fade to black (Ooh) I want You want me bad Fade Fade to black I want (Oh, baby) Part 2: Summertime [Intro: Jay Worthy] Whoop [Verse: Jay Worthy] We ain't with that shit you talk, not at all In the ghetto there's a smile, Daryl Hall (Yeah) Smokin' thrax, poppin' Xans on my day off Gettin' money out a bitch, that's my day job We up at GP, nigga, thick as fuck If that bitch with the shit I might dick the slut If that hoe tryna choose then we ridin', blood Chunk the 2, the homie throw four fingers up (Whoop) Just a P Funk nigga with his head up (Head up) Above the bullshit, nigga, like I'm fed up (Fed up) All these pussy ass niggas in they bed tucked I'm ridin' 'round with the same 22, blood Bitches scream my name when I'm in the streets Check up on my name, no mystery (Huh) You niggas better know the history Big homies, talkin' summertime '83 [Outro] Summer, summer Summer, summer Summertime with you Doing what you wanna do Take a trip in the park Even if it's dark