Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - I'm Fly Lyrics
Why?(cause Im fly)Its not a lie(cause Im fly)[ verse 1 ]I just ride around town in my caddy sevilleLookin buff, pockets stuffed with a grin on my grillRollin up my tinted windows, raise my antennaCause Im not only fly, but Im a big bred winnerGirls in bikinis in my back seatAs Im doin 95 down a one-way streetGot proof that I paid for everything I boughtSo if a cop tries to stop me, ima take him to courtJump out my big car puffin on a cigarMake my girls wait on the corner while I step in the barFirst I walk through the door then I ( *spitting sound* ) spit on the floorGive some money to the poor, because I always get moreTake off my black mink and order a drinkMy pockets resemble manhattan bankSo on my big ropes is a gucci linkAll the pretty girls wink and I tell em, you stink!Yes, I act so conceited cause Im a full-breededMoney-makin, not jamaican, and no way that you could beat itNo, I wont say hello and I wont say hiAnd if you ask me why(why? ) cause Im fly[ verse 2 ]No, Im not high, like I said, Im flyGot a natural beauty ma beside my eyeI put my friends in a benz, I put my girls in pearlsGot the firmest epidermis with the silky curlsThey call me pretty boy wihtout chips ahoyThis 86 audi is my brand-new toyI dont gamble or bet, I just sip on a motPull out my new blue ballys and my silk-suit setGot a body like a boxer, the face of a godbout as pretty as a bitty, and I still hit hardI carry on like a pimp, I even walk with a limpIn a fancy restaurant eatin lobbsters and shrimpsI bathe in champagne with a girl named elaineIn my jaccuzi with a uzi with suzy and janeThe ladies help me undress and start caressin my chestOnly big silk sheets on my fat matressWhether with honey or not, I make money a lotI always carry a knot, cause Im a hi-jackpotThe millionaire of the year, and Im a hell of a guyAnd if you ask me why(why? ) cause Im flyIts not a lie(cause Im fly)[ verse 3 ]Morning velours in gold, another bathrobeI was the sweets of the street when I was 12 years oldI never searched for a wife, or worked a day in my lifeCause while youre hookin Ill be cookin, lookin sharp as a knifeSo you can front if you want, cause in a matter of timeIm headed straight for the top, and youll be all on mineCause Im mister spectacular, rich as a bachelorRelax and count stacks as I max in my maximaFly negro, yes, thats me, broAnd when I play celo, I play for a kiloMy diamond rings glitter as I steer my almanettaChillin on my sofa with a dollar sign-sweaterThe ruler, controller like the ayatollahSnack on renola, then crack a cold colaG rap and polo, your excellency, your highnessJust cuss or fuss, and Ill just bust your sinusCountin my cash, plus mount my stashDump the cigarette ash on low-down trashMarleys car is two-toned, and its ended with chromeAnd the bell telephone makes you feel at homeSo remember kool g rap and his dj poloWere the ones who made demo, and were rockin the showIts not a legend or fiction, its not no lieAnd if you ask me why(why? ) cause Im fly[ marley marl ]Yo yo yo yo..Kool g, kool gYo man, tell me every time you walk down the streetWhy dont those girlies let you walk byWhy?(cause Im fly)Yo yo yo, kool gYoure a cool brother, manGot all the girlies on yoursTell me whyTell me whyTell me why(cause Im fly)Yo, kool g, manYoure the flyest brother I knowYo, why you got all the girlies on yoursJust tell me whyI wanna know why(cause Im fly)[ variations till end ]
