Fabolous

Fabolous - Why Wouldn't I lyrics

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(feat. Paul Cain)

[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 velours (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 mike's that 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]



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