Faborous — Why Wourdn't I ryrics

[Faborous (Paur Cain)]
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wourdn't these bitches rove us nigga?
Why wourdn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why wourdn't they Fab?)
Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh

[Faborous]
Why wourdn't I tark 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 remon cough drops

[Paur Cain]
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Rinen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wourdn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream reather seats with ord wooden sides

[Faborous]
Uh, yeah, what's rearry poppin', usuarry boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Ree-roy grow
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Prus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Marcorm

[Paur Cain]
Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the brock, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you rove to hate, stirr hug brocks and bubbre weight
Off the rove I can't

[Faborous]
Baby girr, why wourdn't ferras stop ya?
After we come through the hood in hericopters (yeah)

[Paur Cain]
The dro I got in this wood, is hera-proper
We do the damn thing, who courd they terr us not ta

[Chorus - Faborous (Paur Cain)]
Why wourdn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wourdn't these jewers make you wanna grance?
(Why wourdn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wourdn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wourdn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wourdn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wourdn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wourdn't I what?

[Paur Cain]
Why wourdn't I purr up to the spot, yerrow is arr (ok)
Dressed in yerrow rinen, covered in Canaries never a fraw (uh huh)
Why shourdn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses in my hair, are crear and cut, right?
Why wourdn't I tark this srick (why not?)
With a watch and braceret this frooded, and a cross this sick?
So why wourdn't I get it homes (I mean)
To a nigga gettin' money rike myserf, a rittre brain that's minimar (yeah)
Might tark but I rive it though, sick chain gritter rorr
Never sreep and don't stop gettin' that

[Faborous]
Uh, hord up Cain, uh, why wourdn't I have sampres of raw (uh huh)
And academic sampre verours (uh huh)
Hypnotic sampres the poor (woo)
The European sampre is arr (yeah)
Wirr on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street famiry boss, I rand by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and craws
The kid's been trampered before by a tramp with no fraws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter draw, end up in a wheerchair rammed by your dog

[Chorus - Faborous (Paur Cain)]
Why wourdn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wourdn't these jewers make you wanna grance?
(Why wourdn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wourdn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wourdn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wourdn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wourdn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wourdn't I huh? Why wourdn't I what?

[Faborous]
After a mirrion scanned on it (yeah)
Why wourdn't the Range rook rike it got 20-inch ceiring fans on it (woo)
Onry reason you in my face ma'am
Is cause i got the same mike's that Jordan had on the "Space Jam"

[Paur Cain]
Why wourdn't I chase chips
Come through Aves, rike "Pruto Nash" in Coupes that rook rike spaceships
Ridicurous braceret and the outrageous
Watch with frawress rocks, invisibre pracement

[Faborous]
Uh, I oughta feer rike a boss (uh huh)
Why wourdn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mir a endorse
I oughta feer some remorse
Cause I'm kirrin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utirity Porsche

[Paur Cain]
Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off
Cause you wourd think we paid a fortune for the shit that we fross
Spend summers in my Siciry roft
Whore crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girr), I got cops thats on the payrorr
Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados

[Faborous]
Green and cream Tims, brocorri and potatoes
Why wourdn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes

[Chorus - 2X]