paroles de chanson Why Wouldn't I - Fabolous feat. Paul Cain
Yeah,
yo
Cain
what
up
nigga
Why
wouldn′t
these
bitches
love
us
nigga?
Why
wouldn't
these
niggas
hate
us?
Why
wouldn′t
they
fab?
Yeah,
Desert
Storm,
yeah
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
twenty
point
rocks
Take
your
bitch,
why
wouldn't
I?
The
whip
got
chrome
shoes,
cream
leather
seats
with
old
wooden
sides
Yeah,
what′s
really
poppin',
usually
boys
know
This
ghetto
superstar
with
the
Bruce
Lee
Roy
glow
Niggas
has
to
hate
the
outcome
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
A
minute
on
the
block,
how
fast
I
make
a
thousand?
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
The
dro
I
got
in
this
wood,
is
hela-proper
We
do
the
damn
thing,
who
could
they
tell
us
not
to?
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
twenty′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?
Why
wouldn't
I
pull
up
to
the
spot,
yellow
is
all
ok?
Dressed
in
yellow
linen,
covered
in
Canaries
never
a
flaw
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
Might
talk
but
I
live
it
though,
sick
chain
glitter
roll
Never
sleep
and
don't
stop
gettin'
that
Hold
up
Cain,
uh,
why
wouldn′t
I
have
samples
of
raw
And
academic
sample
the
laws,
hypnotic
samples
the
poor
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
scamp
and
claws
The
kid's
been
trampled
before
by
a
tramp
with
no
flaws
That′s
up
to
they
get
cramps
in
they
jaws
I
keep
kefs
jammed
in
the
floor,
amp
meter
draw
End
up
in
a
wheelchair
rammed
by
your
dog
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
twenty′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
Why
wouldn′t
the
Range
look
like
it
got
twenty
inch
ceiling
fans
on
it
Only
reason
you
in
my
face
ma'am
Is
′cause
I
got
the
same
Nike's
that
Jordan
had
on
in
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
I
oughta
feel
like
a
boss
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
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
twenty'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?
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
twenty′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?
1 Intro
2 Not Give a Fuck
3 Damn
4 Call Me
5 Can't Let You Go (feat. Mike Shorey & Lil' Mo)
6 Bad Bitch
7 Why Wouldn't I
8 Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)
9 Sickalicious (feat. Missy Elliott)
10 This Is My Party (Promo CD Version)
11 Into You (feat. Ashanti)
12 Change You or Change Me
13 Respect
14 Forgive Me Father
15 Never Duplicated
16 My Life (feat. Mary J. Blige)
17 Throw Back
18 Keepin' It Gangsta - Remix
19 Trade It All, Pt. 2 (feat. P. Diddy & Jagged Edge)
20 Into You (Main Mix
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