(Intro - Fabolous) Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man They even talked about Jesus
(Fabolous) I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin Sorta like some clear diamonds I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like the President through town Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record And the girls more than like you, when you running run Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up I just turn the system up and keep boppin I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection Don't they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction That's why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection Till I'm in a joint made for correction And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread It wouldn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga
(Paul Cain) Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it (Nigga you know) and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap! And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back I get you murdered if I think you a wrap Cause if you don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at And you don't know how much I been through, in fact I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavin You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!
(Outro - Paul Cain) And the bad part about it is man, haha I'm only twenty years old man And I'm just havin fun Man I ain't even tryin man Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man Paul Cain, man Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man I got these niggas man Clue! Holla at cha boy Skatin Dolla Duro! it's our year man Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man You already know what it is It's a ho'cide man Stop "Street Dreamin"
(Intro - Paul Cain) Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah)
(Chorus 1 - Paul Cain) I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
(Verse 1 - Paul Cain) I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz Reload and then point the Mag at your kids So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me But the difference now is only Deserts If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture And my junior high school yearbook Paul Cain never appear shook Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah) You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead Make slugs a part of his head Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah) Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)
(Chorus 2 - Fabolous) I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you
(Verse 2 - Fabolous) When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out Then the Range, wit the fins drove in I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin But - I still pull through the sty; wit handguns As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by So what, you wear a vest, why would I care If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why Ya girl's comin home, wit a cigar sip for Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts You won't believe how much ass I touch Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka
Artist: Fabolous f/ Paul Cain Album: Street Dreams Song: Why Wouldn't I
[Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh
[Fabolous] Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
[Paul Cain] I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides
[Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah) Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm
[Paul Cain] Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight All for the love of cake
[Fabolous] Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?) Why wouldn't I what?
[Paul Cain] Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok) Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh) Why shouldn't I wear this much ice The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?) With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick? So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean) To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah) Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough
[Fabolous] Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh) In Akademik sample velours Hypnotic samples to pour The European sample Azure Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door It's the street family boss, I land by the shores Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws That's up to they get cramps in they jaws I keep tefs jammed in the four Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door
[Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?) Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?
[Fabolous] After a million scanned on it (yeah) Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo) Only reason you in my face ma'am Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in "Space Jam"
[Paul Cain] Why wouldn't I chase chips Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement
[Fabolous] Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh) Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse I oughta feel some remorse Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche
[Paul Cain] Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss Spend summers in my Sicily loft Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados
[Fabolous] Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes
[Fabolous] Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh Ghetto! Oh yeah Please believe it, believe it please Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh Street Family, yeah They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
[DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro] New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens This shit's called Grand Theft Audio C'mon maan!
[Fabolous] The kid's usually armed Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!) And find who you fools wanna harm Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon) The pound slugs look like combos A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?) I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah) Private jet interiors that look like condos Ya security look like Arnold But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh) Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar To looking in a Dupont registry I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that 'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat Ghetto
[Joe Budden] OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens) In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves I don't care what type burner ya using Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving Look, tried and acquitted Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out No matter how much you customize ya Civics Block work, glock work, give him CPR (For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?) When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer All you young rap dudes is bammers
[Paul Cain] Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap I still hustle coca and crack Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques I don't write, I speak what I feel And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil Right hand, few feet from the steel They wonder how I flow so strong 'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother Always ready to clash wit titans And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in Motherfucker!
[DJ Envy] People's choice Don't forget Desert Storm My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens Fat shout Varcity clothing line My man James A.D Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party You know!
[Hook: Red Cafe] I'm so fly, so fly You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go), (there he go) There go that motherfucker
[Woman:] I'm so fly, so fly, so fly, so fly You might see me when you look up in the sky like There she go, (there she go), there she go, (there she go), there she go There go that motherfucker
[Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm so fly they should put me in disguise My shits tight like they didn't put me in my size I already know don't put me on surprise They gone be like there he go if you put me in disguise Only be with winners they should put me as a prize And you pussy niggas should be put between some thighs These diamonds here clearer than HD Them niggas over there squarer then a H3 They can't reach us that is why they pointin baby I'm on my job them bitches gonna need appointments baby And if you suckas tryin to see me just look me up I hope the first place you look be up Here I go
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Red Cafe] Ugnh I did it yup yup I did it I'm super fly with it paper arrives with it Get the magazine if you wanna vibe with it That rich young queen like I mixed Tide with it Now I be live with it I turns on my lovers the lollipop girls Now they are all suckas And we are all gutta The flyest of em all Light fi fire to em all Yeah we airborn I took her airborn
Stones clear Like her mama was Liz Clairborne I'm goin down down baby Your street in a Spur flyin you see the blur Ugnh what else!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Paul Cain] There he go! I'm doin my damn thing (there he go!) Leanin off of that champagne (there he go!) It's the homie they call cain (there he go!) I'm gettin money you fools should do the same (there he go!) Fly as a G4 plane (there he go!) White and yellows all in the chain (there he go!) Y'all niggas no I stay so fly Got the top down when I blow by With the dough I am multi You know why
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Freck Billionaire] Ayo you see this the drop head coup I just added room It's so crazy I should park it in "The Padded Room" I'm with my bad young bitch she Israelian Nigga, she so bad she got em staring like she alien Philly B the one the bitches wanna deal with Nowadays I just screw them like a drill bit Straight Homicide and murder every verse rappin Philly Freck bitch I'm flyer than the first captain
[Hook]
[Outro: Fabolous] I'll take it, no contingencies No loans, no leases Cash, Fabolous
