[{"id":5693778,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Paul Cain","albumName":"Street Dreams (Bonus Track)","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n(Why wouldn't they Fab?)\nYeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nUh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself,\nA little brain that's minimal (yeah)\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\nUh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\nIn Akademik sample velours\nHypnotic samples to pour\nThe European sample Azure\nWheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\nThe kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in the four\nAmp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it (yeah)\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it\nGot 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips\nCome through Aves,\nLike \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nUh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\nI oughta feel some remorse\nCause I'm killin' 'em out there,\nAnd a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\nCause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n- 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)\n  artist: Fabolous feat. Paul Cain\n  album: Street Dreams (Bonus Track)\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself,\n  A little brain that's minimal (yeah)\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\n  Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\n  In Akademik sample velours\n  Hypnotic samples to pour\n  The European sample Azure\n  Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\n  The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in the four\n  Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it (yeah)\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it\n  Got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips\n  Come through Aves,\n  Like \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\n  I oughta feel some remorse\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em out there,\n  And a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n  (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  - 2X\n"},{"id":32873034,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous, Paul Cain","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n(Why wouldn't they Fab?)\nYeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nUh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself,\na little brain that's minimal (yeah)\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\nUh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\nIn Akademik sample velours\nHypnotic samples to pour\nThe European sample Azure\nWheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\nThe kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in the four\nAmp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it (yeah)\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it\ngot 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips\nCome through Aves,\nlike \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nUh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\nI oughta feel some remorse\nCause I'm killin' 'em out there,\nand a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\nCause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n- 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)\n  artist: Fabolous, Paul Cain\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself,\n  a little brain that's minimal (yeah)\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\n  Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\n  In Akademik sample velours\n  Hypnotic samples to pour\n  The European sample Azure\n  Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\n  The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in the four\n  Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it (yeah)\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it\n  got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips\n  Come through Aves,\n  like \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\n  I oughta feel some remorse\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em out there,\n  and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n  (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  - 2X\n"},{"id":34393493,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous; Paul Cain","albumName":"Street Dreams (Bonus Track)","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n(Why wouldn't they Fab?)\nYeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nUh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself,\na little brain that's minimal (yeah)\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\nUh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\nIn Akademik sample velours\nHypnotic samples to pour\nThe European sample Azure\nWheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\nThe kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in the four\nAmp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it (yeah)\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it\ngot 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips\nCome through Aves,\nlike \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nUh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\nI oughta feel some remorse\nCause I'm killin' 'em out there,\nand a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\nCause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n- 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)\n  artist: Fabolous; Paul Cain\n  album: Street Dreams (Bonus Track)\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself,\n  a little brain that's minimal (yeah)\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\n  Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\n  In Akademik sample velours\n  Hypnotic samples to pour\n  The European sample Azure\n  Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\n  The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in the four\n  Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it (yeah)\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it\n  got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips\n  Come through Aves,\n  like \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\n  I oughta feel some remorse\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em out there,\n  and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n  (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  - 2X\n"},{"id":27485301,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. 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Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous, Paul Cain","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":297.341678,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n(Why wouldn't they Fab?)\nYeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nUh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself,\na little brain that's minimal (yeah)\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\nUh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\nIn Akademik sample velours\nHypnotic samples to pour\nThe European sample Azure\nWheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\nThe kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in the four\nAmp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it (yeah)\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it\ngot 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips\nCome through Aves,\nlike \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nUh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\nI oughta feel some remorse\nCause I'm killin' 'em out there,\nand a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\nCause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n- 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)\n  artist: Fabolous, Paul Cain\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 297342\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself,\n  a little brain that's minimal (yeah)\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\n  Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\n  In Akademik sample velours\n  Hypnotic samples to pour\n  The European sample Azure\n  Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\n  The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in the four\n  Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it (yeah)\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it\n  got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips\n  Come through Aves,\n  like \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\n  I oughta feel some remorse\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em out there,\n  and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n  (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  - 2X\n"},{"id":5693779,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. 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Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n(Why wouldn't they Fab?)\nYeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nUh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself,\nA little brain that's minimal (yeah)\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\nUh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\nIn Akademik sample velours\nHypnotic samples to pour\nThe European sample Azure\nWheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\nThe kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in the four\nAmp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it (yeah)\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it\nGot 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips\nCome through Aves,\nLike \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nUh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\nI oughta feel some remorse\nCause I'm killin' 'em out there,\nAnd a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\nCause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n- 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself,\n  A little brain that's minimal (yeah)\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\n  Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\n  In Akademik sample velours\n  Hypnotic samples to pour\n  The European sample Azure\n  Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\n  The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in the four\n  Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it (yeah)\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it\n  Got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips\n  Come through Aves,\n  Like \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\n  I oughta feel some remorse\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em out there,\n  And a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n  (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  - 2X\n"},{"id":10136010,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams (Bonus Track)","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us?\nWhy wouldn't they fab?\nYeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nYeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nOff the love I can't\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\nSo why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\nHold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\nAnd academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\nThe European sample is all yeah\nWill on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\nGet pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\nThe kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\nEnd up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips?\nCome through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nI oughta feel like a boss\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\nQuarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\nBaby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams (Bonus Track)\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us?\n  Why wouldn't they fab?\n  Yeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  Off the love I can't\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\n  So why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\n  Hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\n  And academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\n  The European sample is all yeah\n  Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\n  The kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\n  End up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips?\n  Come through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  I oughta feel like a boss\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\n  Quarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\n  Baby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n"},{"id":39800236,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (Feat. Paul Cain)","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I (Feat. Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n(Why wouldn't they Fab?)\nYeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nUh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself,\nA little brain that's minimal (yeah)\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\nUh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\nIn Akademik sample velours\nHypnotic samples to pour\nThe European sample Azure\nWheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\nThe kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in the four\nAmp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it (yeah)\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it\nGot 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips\nCome through Aves,\nLike \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nUh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\nI oughta feel some remorse\nCause I'm killin' 'em out there,\nAnd a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\nCause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n- 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (Feat. Paul Cain)\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 300416\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)\n\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself,\n  A little brain that's minimal (yeah)\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough\n\n  Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)\n  In Akademik sample velours\n  Hypnotic samples to pour\n  The European sample Azure\n  Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws\n  The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in the four\n  Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it (yeah)\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it\n  Got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in \"Space Jam\"\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips\n  Come through Aves,\n  Like \"Pluto Nash\" in Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse\n  I oughta feel some remorse\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em out there,\n  And a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n  (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  - 2X\n"},{"id":20314539,"name":"Why Wouldn't I","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Paul Cain","albumName":"Street Dreams (bonus track)","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us?\nWhy wouldn't they fab?\nYeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nYeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nOff the love I can't\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\nSo why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\nHold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\nAnd academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\nThe European sample is all yeah\nWill on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\nGet pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\nThe kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\nEnd up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips?\nCome through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nI oughta feel like a boss\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\nQuarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\nBaby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I\n  artist: Fabolous feat. Paul Cain\n  album: Street Dreams (bonus track)\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us?\n  Why wouldn't they fab?\n  Yeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  Off the love I can't\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\n  So why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\n  Hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\n  And academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\n  The European sample is all yeah\n  Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\n  The kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\n  End up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips?\n  Come through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  I oughta feel like a boss\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\n  Quarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\n  Baby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n"},{"id":9968301,"name":"Why Wouldn't I","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Cain, Paul","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us?\nWhy wouldn't they fab?\nYeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nYeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nOff the love I can't\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\nSo why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\nHold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\nAnd academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\nThe European sample is all yeah\nWill on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\nGet pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\nThe kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\nEnd up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips?\nCome through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nI oughta feel like a boss\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\nQuarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\nBaby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I\n  artist: Fabolous feat. Cain, Paul\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us?\n  Why wouldn't they fab?\n  Yeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  Off the love I can't\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\n  So why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\n  Hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\n  And academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\n  The European sample is all yeah\n  Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\n  The kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\n  End up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips?\n  Come through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  I oughta feel like a boss\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\n  Quarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\n  Baby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n"},{"id":9968300,"name":"Why Wouldn't I","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Paul Cain","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us?\nWhy wouldn't they fab?\nYeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\nIn a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\nI'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\nWith Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\nI'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\nLinen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\nYeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\nNiggas has to hate the outcome\nPlus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\nMake so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\nA minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\nThat nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nOff the love I can't\n\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters\nThe dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\nWe do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice\nThe princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\nSo why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\nTo a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\nNever sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\nHold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\nAnd academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\nThe European sample is all yeah\nWill on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\nIt's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\nGet pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\nThe kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\nThat's up to they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\nEnd up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nAfter a million scanned on it\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\nOnly reason you in my face ma'am\nIs 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\nWhy wouldn't I chase chips?\nCome through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\nWatch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\nI oughta feel like a boss\nWhy wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\nQuarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\nYeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my Sicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\nBaby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\nJet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\nGreen and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\nWhy wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\nWhy wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\nWhy wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I\n  artist: Fabolous feat. Paul Cain\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us?\n  Why wouldn't they fab?\n  Yeah, Desert Storm, yeah\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat\n  In a strawberry range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats?\n  I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots\n  With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n\n  I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop\n  Linen soft top, sick chain with twenty point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides\n\n  Yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee Roy glow\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome\n  Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n\n  Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em\n  A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand?\n  That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  Off the love I can't\n\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters\n  The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper\n  We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not to?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all ok?\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice\n  The princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick, why not?\n\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick\n  So why wouldn't I get it homes? I mean\n  To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n  Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that\n\n  Hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw\n  And academic sample the laws, hypnotic samples the poor\n  The European sample is all yeah\n  Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door\n  It's the street family boss, I land by the shores\n\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws\n  The kid's been trampled before by a tramp with no flaws\n  That's up to they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep kefs jammed in the floor, amp meter draw\n  End up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  After a million scanned on it\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it got twenty inch ceiling fans on it\n  Only reason you in my face ma'am\n  Is 'cause I got the same Nike's that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n\n  Why wouldn't I chase chips?\n  Come through Aves, like Pluto Nash in Coupes that look like Spaceships, ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous\n  Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement\n\n  I oughta feel like a boss\n  Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance?\n  Quarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n\n  Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off\n  'Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior\n\n  Baby girl, I got cops thats on the payroll\n  Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados\n  Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?\n\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these twenty's be on the V's?\n  Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?\n  Why wouldn't I huh, why wouldn't I what?\n"},{"id":35275267,"name":"Why Wouldn't I","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I","artistName":"Fabolous Feat․ Paul Cain","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Fabolous & (Kane)\nYeah, yo Kane\n(What up nigga?)\nWhy wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\nWhy wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n(Why wouldn't they Fab?)\nYeah\n(Desert Storm)\nUhh, yeah, uhh\n\n[Verse 1: Fabolous & (Kane)\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat?\nIn a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n\nI'm known for hitting women's soft spots\nWith princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n(I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop, linen soft top\nSick\nChain with 20 point rocks\nTake your bitch, why wouldn't I?\nThe\nWhip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with oak-wooden sides)\nWhat's really popping? Usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Leroy glow\n\nNiggas has to hate the outcome, plus I'm in a throwback\nFrom the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n(Make so much ends, gotta find faster ways to count 'em\nA minute\nOn the block how fast I make a thousand?\nThat nigga you love to\nHate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake)\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters\n(Yeah, the dro I got in this wood is hella proper\nWe\nDo the damn thing, how could they tell us not to?)\n\n[Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n[Verse 2: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot yellow Azure?\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in canaries never a flaw\n\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice?\nThe princess is in my ear, clear and cut right\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick? (Why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded and a cross this sick\n\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes? (I mean)\n\nTo a nigga getting money like myself, a little brain is minimal\n\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n\nNever sleep and don't stop getting dough\n\n(Why wouldn't I have samples of raw? And academic sample velours?\n\nHypnotic samples to pour, European sample Azure?\n\nWheel on the\n\nRight side, Buick the wing stamped on the door\nIt's the Street\nFamily boss, I lamp by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampi\nAnd claws\nThe kid's been trampled before, by tramps with no flaws\nThat suck 'til they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in\nThe four, amp me the draw\nEnd up in a wheelchair, ramp by your door)\n\n[Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n[Verse 3: Fabolous & (Kane)\nAfter a million scanned on it\n\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it got 20 inch ceiling fans on it?\n\nOnly reason, you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n(Why wouldn't I chase chips? Come through Aves. like Pluto Nash\nIn Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet, and\nA outrageous watch\nWith flawless rocks, invisible placement)\nHow I oughta feel like a boss?\nWhy wouldn't I get a hundred an appearance, quarter mil' a endorse?\nI oughta feel some remorse, cause I'm killing 'em out there\n\nIn a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n(I know when you see us it be pissing you off\nCause you would think\nWe paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my\nSicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior)\n\nBaby girl (I got cops that's on the payroll\nJet skis and speed boats docked up in Barbados)\nGreen and cream Timbs, broccoli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the storm from the rocks in these tornadoes?\n\n[Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\nWhy wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\nWhy wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I\n  artist: Fabolous Feat․ Paul Cain\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Yeah, yo Kane\n  (What up nigga?)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah\n  (Desert Storm)\n  Uhh, yeah, uhh\n\n  [Verse 1: Fabolous & (Kane)\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat?\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n\n  I'm known for hitting women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n  (I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop, linen soft top\n  Sick\n  Chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The\n  Whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with oak-wooden sides)\n  What's really popping? Usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Leroy glow\n\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome, plus I'm in a throwback\n  From the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n  (Make so much ends, gotta find faster ways to count 'em\n  A minute\n  On the block how fast I make a thousand?\n  That nigga you love to\n  Hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake)\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters\n  (Yeah, the dro I got in this wood is hella proper\n  We\n  Do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to?)\n\n  [Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n  [Verse 2: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot yellow Azure?\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in canaries never a flaw\n\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice?\n  The princess is in my ear, clear and cut right\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick? (Why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded and a cross this sick\n\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes? (I mean)\n\n  To a nigga getting money like myself, a little brain is minimal\n\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n\n  Never sleep and don't stop getting dough\n\n  (Why wouldn't I have samples of raw? And academic sample velours?\n\n  Hypnotic samples to pour, European sample Azure?\n\n  Wheel on the\n\n  Right side, Buick the wing stamped on the door\n  It's the Street\n  Family boss, I lamp by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampi\n  And claws\n  The kid's been trampled before, by tramps with no flaws\n  That suck 'til they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in\n  The four, amp me the draw\n  End up in a wheelchair, ramp by your door)\n\n  [Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n  [Verse 3: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  After a million scanned on it\n\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20 inch ceiling fans on it?\n\n  Only reason, you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n  (Why wouldn't I chase chips? Come through Aves. like Pluto Nash\n  In Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet, and\n  A outrageous watch\n  With flawless rocks, invisible placement)\n  How I oughta feel like a boss?\n  Why wouldn't I get a hundred an appearance, quarter mil' a endorse?\n  I oughta feel some remorse, cause I'm killing 'em out there\n\n  In a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n  (I know when you see us it be pissing you off\n  Cause you would think\n  We paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my\n  Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior)\n\n  Baby girl (I got cops that's on the payroll\n  Jet skis and speed boats docked up in Barbados)\n  Green and cream Timbs, broccoli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the storm from the rocks in these tornadoes?\n\n  [Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\n  Why wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\n  Why wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n"},{"id":35221749,"name":"Why Wouldn't I (Feat. Paul Cain) (Produced By Omen)","trackName":"Why Wouldn't I (Feat. 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Usually boys know\nThis ghetto superstar with the Bruce Leroy glow\n\nNiggas has to hate the outcome, plus I'm in a throwback\nFrom the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n(Make so much ends, gotta find faster ways to count 'em\nA minute\nOn the block how fast I make a thousand?\nThat nigga you love to\nHate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\nAll for the love of cake)\nBaby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n\nAfter we come through the hood in helicopters\n(Yeah, the dro I got in this wood is hella proper\nWe\nDo the damn thing, how could they tell us not to?)\n\n[Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I what? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n[Verse 2: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't I pull up to the spot yellow Azure?\nDressed in yellow linen, covered in canaries never a flaw\n\nWhy shouldn't I wear this much ice?\nThe princess is in my ear, clear and cut right\n\nWhy wouldn't I talk this slick? (Why not?)\nWith a watch and bracelet this flooded and a cross this sick\n\nSo why wouldn't I get at hoes? (I mean)\n\nTo a nigga getting money like myself, a little brain is minimal\n\nMight talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n\nNever sleep and don't stop getting dough\n\n(Why wouldn't I have samples of raw? And academic sample velours?\n\nHypnotic samples to pour, European sample Azure?\n\nWheel on the\n\nRight side, Buick the wing stamped on the door\nIt's the Street\nFamily boss, I lamp by the shores\nGet pampered by whores, eat scampi\nAnd claws\nThe kid's been trampled before, by tramps with no flaws\nThat suck 'til they get cramps in they jaws\nI keep tefs jammed in\nThe four, amp me the draw\nEnd up in a wheelchair, ramp by your door)\n\n[Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\nWhy wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n[Verse 3: Fabolous & (Kane)\nAfter a million scanned on it\n\nWhy wouldn't the Range look like it got 20 inch ceiling fans on it?\n\nOnly reason, you in my face ma'am\nIs cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n(Why wouldn't I chase chips? Come through Aves. like Pluto Nash\nIn Coupes that look like spaceships\nRidiculous bracelet, and\nA outrageous watch\nWith flawless rocks, invisible placement)\nHow I oughta feel like a boss?\nWhy wouldn't I get a hundred an appearance, quarter mil' a endorse?\nI oughta feel some remorse, cause I'm killing 'em out there\n\nIn a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n(I know when you see us it be pissing you off\nCause you would think\nWe paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\nSpend summers in my\nSicily loft\nWhole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior)\n\nBaby girl (I got cops that's on the payroll\nJet skis and speed boats docked up in Barbados)\nGreen and cream Timbs, broccoli and potatoes\nWhy wouldn't you see the storm from the rocks in these tornadoes?\n\n[Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\nWhy wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\nWhy wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\nWhy wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\nAnd why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\nWhy wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\nWhy wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\nWhy wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why Wouldn't I (Feat. Paul Cain) (Produced By Omen)\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Yeah, yo Kane\n  (What up nigga?)\n  Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?\n  Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?\n  (Why wouldn't they Fab?)\n  Yeah\n  (Desert Storm)\n  Uhh, yeah, uhh\n\n  [Verse 1: Fabolous & (Kane)\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat?\n  In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats\n\n  I'm known for hitting women's soft spots\n  With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops\n  (I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop, linen soft top\n  Sick\n  Chain with 20 point rocks\n  Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?\n  The\n  Whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with oak-wooden sides)\n  What's really popping? Usually boys know\n  This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Leroy glow\n\n  Niggas has to hate the outcome, plus I'm in a throwback\n  From the same year they assassinated Malcolm\n  (Make so much ends, gotta find faster ways to count 'em\n  A minute\n  On the block how fast I make a thousand?\n  That nigga you love to\n  Hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight\n  All for the love of cake)\n  Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?\n\n  After we come through the hood in helicopters\n  (Yeah, the dro I got in this wood is hella proper\n  We\n  Do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to?)\n\n  [Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I what? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n  [Verse 2: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot yellow Azure?\n  Dressed in yellow linen, covered in canaries never a flaw\n\n  Why shouldn't I wear this much ice?\n  The princess is in my ear, clear and cut right\n\n  Why wouldn't I talk this slick? (Why not?)\n  With a watch and bracelet this flooded and a cross this sick\n\n  So why wouldn't I get at hoes? (I mean)\n\n  To a nigga getting money like myself, a little brain is minimal\n\n  Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll\n\n  Never sleep and don't stop getting dough\n\n  (Why wouldn't I have samples of raw? And academic sample velours?\n\n  Hypnotic samples to pour, European sample Azure?\n\n  Wheel on the\n\n  Right side, Buick the wing stamped on the door\n  It's the Street\n  Family boss, I lamp by the shores\n  Get pampered by whores, eat scampi\n  And claws\n  The kid's been trampled before, by tramps with no flaws\n  That suck 'til they get cramps in they jaws\n  I keep tefs jammed in\n  The four, amp me the draw\n  End up in a wheelchair, ramp by your door)\n\n  [Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n  Why wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n\n  [Verse 3: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  After a million scanned on it\n\n  Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20 inch ceiling fans on it?\n\n  Only reason, you in my face ma'am\n  Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in Space Jam\n  (Why wouldn't I chase chips? Come through Aves. like Pluto Nash\n  In Coupes that look like spaceships\n  Ridiculous bracelet, and\n  A outrageous watch\n  With flawless rocks, invisible placement)\n  How I oughta feel like a boss?\n  Why wouldn't I get a hundred an appearance, quarter mil' a endorse?\n  I oughta feel some remorse, cause I'm killing 'em out there\n\n  In a stick shift sport utility Porsche\n  (I know when you see us it be pissing you off\n  Cause you would think\n  We paid a fortune for the shit that we floss\n  Spend summers in my\n  Sicily loft\n  Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior)\n\n  Baby girl (I got cops that's on the payroll\n  Jet skis and speed boats docked up in Barbados)\n  Green and cream Timbs, broccoli and potatoes\n  Why wouldn't you see the storm from the rocks in these tornadoes?\n\n  [Hook: Fabolous & (Kane)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\n  Why wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n  Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?\n  Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?\n  (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?\n  And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)\n  Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?\n  Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?\n  (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)\n\n  Why wouldn't I huh? (Why wouldn't I what?)\n"}]