Why?

(cause i'm fly)



It's not a lie

(cause i'm fly)



[ verse 1 ]

I just ride around town in my caddy seville

Lookin buff, pockets stuffed with a grin on my grill

Rollin up my tinted windows, raise my antenna

Cause i'm not only fly, but i'm a big bred winner

Girls in bikinis in my back seat

As i'm doin 95 down a one-way street

Got proof that i paid for everything i bought

So if a cop tries to stop me, i'ma take him to court

Jump out my big car puffin on a cigar

Make my girls wait on the corner while i step in the bar

First i walk through the door then i ( *spitting sound* ) spit on the floor

Give some money to the poor, because i always get more

Take off my black mink and order a drink

My pockets resemble manhattan bank

So on my big ropes is a gucci link

All the pretty girls wink and i tell em, "you stink!"

Yes, i act so conceited cause i'm a full-breeded

Money-makin, not jamaican, and no way that you could beat it

No, i won't say hello and i won't say hi

And if you ask me why

(why?) cause i'm fly



[ verse 2 ]

No, i'm not high, like i said, i'm fly

Got a natural beauty ma beside my eye

I put my friends in a benz, i put my girls in pearls

Got the firmest epidermis with the silky curls

They call me pretty boy wihtout chips ahoy

This 86 audi is my brand-new toy

I don't gamble or bet, i just sip on a moët

Pull out my new blue bally's and my silk-suit set

Got a body like a boxer, the face of a god

'bout as pretty as a bitty, and i still hit hard

I carry on like a pimp, i even walk with a limp

In a fancy restaurant eatin lobbsters and shrimps

I bathe in champagne with a girl named elaine

In my jaccuzi with a uzi with suzy and jane

The ladies help me undress and start caressin my chest

Only big silk sheets on my fat matress

Whether with honey or not, i make money a lot

I always carry a knot, cause i'm a hi-jackpot

The millionaire of the year, and i'm a hell of a guy

And if you ask me why

(why?) cause i'm fly



It's not a lie

(cause i'm fly)



[ verse 3 ]

Morning velours in gold, another bathrobe

I was the sweets of the street when i was 12 years old

I never searched for a wife, or worked a day in my life

Cause while you're hookin i'll be cookin, lookin sharp as a knife

So you can front if you want, cause in a matter of time

I'm headed straight for the top, and you'll be all on mine

Cause i'm mister spectacular, rich as a bachelor

Relax and count stacks as i max in my maxima

Fly negro, yes, that's me, bro

And when i play celo, i play for a kilo

My diamond rings glitter as i steer my almanetta

Chillin on my sofa with a dollar sign-sweater

The ruler, controller like the ayatollah

Snack on renola, then crack a cold cola

G rap and polo, your excellency, your highness

Just cuss or fuss, and i'll just bust your sinus

Countin my cash, plus mount my stash

Dump the cigarette ash on low-down trash

Marley's car is two-toned, and it's ended with chrome

And the bell telephone makes you feel at home

So remember kool g rap and his dj polo

We're the ones who made 'demo', and we're rockin the show

It's not a legend or fiction, it's not no lie

And if you ask me why

(why?) cause i'm fly



[ marley marl ]

Yo yo yo yo..

Kool g, kool g

Yo man, tell me every time you walk down the street

Why don't those girlies let you walk by

Why?

(cause i'm fly)



Yo yo yo, kool g

You're a cool brother, man

Got all the girlies on yours

Tell me why

Tell me why

Tell me why

(cause i'm fly)



Yo, kool g, man

You're the flyest brother i know

Yo, why you got all the girlies on yours

Just tell me why

I wanna know why

(cause i'm fly)



[ variations till end ]


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