Why Wouldn`t I lyrics

Artist  : Fabolous 
Song : Why Wouldn`t I
 


[Fabolous] (Paul Cain)
Yeah, yo Cain (what up
nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us
nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us
huh?
(Why wouldn't they Fab?)
Yeah, (Desert
Storm), uh, yeah, uh

[Fabolous]
Why
wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak
meat
In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping
on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin'
women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries
the size of lemon cough drops

[Paul
Cain]
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche
drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point
rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The
whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with
old wooden sides

[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah,
what's really poppin', usually boys know
This
ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy
glow
Niggas has to hate the outcome
(yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same
year they assassinated Malcolm

[Paul
Cain]
Make so much ends, I got to find faster
ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the
block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That
nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and
bubble weight
Off the love I
can't

[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why
wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through
the hood in helicopters (yeah)

[Paul
Cain]
The dro I got in this wood, is
hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could
they tell us not ta

[Chorus - Fabolous]
(Paul Cain)
Why wouldn't this joint make you
wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make
you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make
you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be
on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you
on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on
the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you
wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I what?

[Paul
Cain]
Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot,
yellow is all (ok)
Dressed in yellow linen,
covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)
Why
shouldn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses
in my hair, are clear and cut, right?
Why
wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
With a
watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this
sick?
So why wouldn't I get it homes (I
mean)
To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a
little brain that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk
but I live it though, sick chain glitter
roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin'
that

[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain, uh,
why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh
huh)
And academic sample the laws (uh
huh)
Hypnotic samples the poor (woo)
The
European sample is all (yeah)
Will on the
right side do with the wings stamped on the
door
It's the street family boss, I land by
the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy
and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a
tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get
cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the
four
Amp meter draw, end up in a wheelchair
rammed by your dog

[Chorus - Fabolous]
(Paul Cain)
Why wouldn't this joint make you
wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make
you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make
you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be
on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you
on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on
the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you
wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't
I what?

[Fabolous]
After a million
scanned on it (yeah)
Why wouldn't the Range
look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it
(woo)
Only reason you in my face ma'am
Is
cause i got the same mic/mike stat Jordan had on
the "Space Jam"

[Paul Cain]
Why
wouldn't I chase chips
Come through Aves, like
"Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like
spaceships
Ridiculous bracelet and the
outrageous
Watch with flawless rocks,
invisible placement

[Fabolous]
Uh, I
oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)
Why wouldn't
I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a
endorse
I oughta feel some remorse
Cause
I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift
sport utility Porsche

[Paul Cain]
Yeah,
I know when you see us, it be pissin' you
off
Cause you would think we paid a fortune
for the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my
Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration
done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops
thats on the payroll
Jet skies, and speed boats
docked up in Barbados

[Fabolous]
Green
and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes
Why
wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and
these tornadoes

[Chorus] - 2X