Why?

(Cause I'm fly)



It's not a lie

(Cause I'm fly)



[VERSE 1]

I just ride around town in my Caddy Seville

Lookin buff, pockets stuffed with a grin on my grill

Rollin up my tinted windows, raise my antenna

Cause I'm not only fly, but I'm a big bred winner

Girls in bikinis in my back seat

As I'm doin 95 down a one-way street

Got proof that I paid for everything I bought

So if a cop tries to stop me, I'ma take him to court

Jump out my big car puffin on a cigar

Make my girls wait on the corner while I step in the bar

First I walk through the door then I ( *spitting sound* ) spit on the floor

Give some money to the poor, because I always get more

Take off my black mink and order a drink

My pockets resemble Manhattan bank

So on my big ropes is a Gucci link

All the pretty girls wink and I tell em, "You stink!"

Yes, I act so conceited cause I'm a full-breeded

Money-makin, not Jamaican, and no way that you could beat it

No, I won't say hello and I won't say hi

And if you ask me why

(Why?) Cause I'm fly



[VERSE 2]

No, I'm not high, like I said, I'm fly

Got a natural beauty ma beside my eye

I put my friends in a Benz, I put my girls in pearls

Got the firmest epidermis with the silky curls

They call me pretty boy wihtout Chips Ahoy

This 86 Audi is my brand-new toy

I don't gamble or bet, I just sip on a Moët

Pull out my new blue Bally's and my silk-suit set

Got a body like a boxer, the face of a god

'bout as pretty as a bitty, and I still hit hard

I carry on like a pimp, I even walk with a limp

In a fancy restaurant eatin lobbsters and shrimps

I bathe in champagne with a girl named Elaine

In my jaccuzi with a Uzi with Suzy and Jane

The ladies help me undress and start caressin my chest

Only big silk sheets on my fat matress

Whether with honey or not, I make money a lot

I always carry a knot, cause I'm a hi-jackpot

The millionaire of the year, and I'm a hell of a guy

And if you ask me why

(Why?) Cause I'm fly



It's not a lie

(Cause I'm fly)



[VERSE 3]

Morning velours in gold, another bathrobe

I was the sweets of the street when I was 12 years old

I never searched for a wife, or worked a day in my life

Cause while you're hookin I'll be cookin, lookin sharp as a knife

So you can front if you want, cause in a matter of time

I'm headed straight for the top, and you'll be all on mine

Cause I'm Mister Spectacular, rich as a bachelor

Relax and count stacks as I max in my Maxima

Fly negro, yes, that's me, bro

And when I play celo, I play for a kilo

My diamond rings glitter as I steer my Almanetta

Chillin on my sofa with a dollar sign-sweater

The ruler, controller like the Ayatollah

Snack on Renola, then crack a cold Cola

G Rap and Polo, your Excellency, your Highness

Just cuss or fuss, and I'll just bust your sinus

Countin my cash, plus mount my stash

Dump the cigarette ash on low-down trash

Marley's car is two-toned, and it's ended with chrome

And the Bell telephone makes you feel at home

So remember Kool G Rap and his DJ Polo

We're the ones who made 'Demo', and we're rockin the show

It's not a legend or fiction, it's not no lie

And if you ask me why

(Why?) Cause I'm fly



[Marley Marl]

Yo yo yo yo..

Kool G, Kool G

Yo man, tell me every time you walk down the street

Why don't those girlies let you walk by

Why?

(Cause I'm fly)



Yo yo yo, Kool G

You're a cool brother, man

Got all the girlies on yours

Tell me why

Tell me why

Tell me WHY

(Cause I'm fly)



Yo, Kool G, man

You're the flyest brother I know

Yo, why you got all the girlies on yours

Just tell me why

I wanna know why

(Cause I'm fly)



[variations till end]