Street Dreams — текст песни (Fabolous f Paul Cain)

[Fabolous] (Paul Cain)
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

[Fabolous]
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

[Paul Cain]
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

[Fabolous]
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

[Paul Cain]
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
All for the love of cake

[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn`t fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)

[Paul Cain]
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not ta

[Chorus - Fabolous] (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?

[Paul Cain]
Why wouldn`t I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (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 ear, 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 at hoes (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 dough

[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn`t I have samples of raw (uh huh)
In Akademik sample velours
Hypnotic samples to pour
The European sample Azure
Wheel on the right side `B` 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 tefs jammed in the four
Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door

[Chorus - Fabolous] (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?

[Fabolous]
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 Nikes that Jordan had on in Space Jam

[Paul Cain]
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



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