Why Wouldn't I

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 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 helicopiters (yeah) The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta 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 getting' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah) Might talk but I live it thought, sick chain glitter roll Never sleep and don't stop getting' that Uh, hold up Cain, uh, hwy 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 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 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 that's 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 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 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 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 what?)