Why Wouldn`t I Lyrics

Why Wouldn`t I lyrics

[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