Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why Wouldn't I, artist - Fabolous. Date of issue: 13.01.2003
Song language: English
Why Wouldn't I |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Baby girl, why wouldn’t fellas stop ya? |
| After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) |
| The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper |
| We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta |
| (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? |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (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? |
| 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» |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes |
| Why wouldn’t you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes |