Why You Do That (Feat. Arkatech Beatz)

Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly, baby" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me, baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
Uh, I tried to tell you before, early on, but you wouldn't listen (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that? (You weren't listenin')
The V-12 on 24s, and plenty whores, and the shoes is glistenin' (said I'm in love wit' you)

Yeah, doin '95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass (why you do that?)
Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas
Now I'm speedin' in the lane as if I had a quota
Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola
She don't panic at all, my baby play it cool
It don't matter police and all she sprayin' the tool
It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis
She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius
Whatchu give me credit for? Baby, I ain't shit
Two-seventy for a pound, baby, that ain't piff
Biggaveli that type of nigga to skeet off the tool
Raid the cabinets and the fridge, and eat up all the food
But the dick I lay it heavy, it somethin' like a Chevy
Wit a V-10 engine sittin' on 20-inch Pirellis
Baby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit
'Til she busted me wit another bitch
(What she said?) She said

Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly, baby" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me, baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
Uh, I tried to tell you before, early on, but you wouldn't listen (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that? (You weren't listenin')
The V-12 on 24s, and plenty whores, and the shoes is glistenin' (said I'm in love wit' you)

Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot (why you do that?)
Got the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe
I make it rain on ya stoop
Forties, twenties and dimes
They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine
We get money in the grind
We did it easy, no frontin'
And did it in a way when niggas couldn't see me comin'
Better duck when niggas is gunnin'
Of course y'all soon to rat
I don't know what they told you, Boss Don do it big
Capo up in the club, we poppin' them Cliquots
She in LAVA wit' a bottle, he on top of the speakers
Me I'm in the cut wit a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit
Wife beater and a duey, slightly on my jail shit
And I don't worry, these hoes and bitches they love us
Every other city we go bitches they wanna fuck us
They fuck us and then they trust us
Have 'em head over heels, 'til you leave them in pain
She said, "You don't know how it feels"

Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly, baby" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me, baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
Uh, I tried to tell you before, early on, but you wouldn't listen (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that? (You weren't listenin')
The V-12 on 24s, and plenty whores, and the shoes is glistenin' (I'm in love wit' you)

Yeah, now these labels they want me, they say I got what it take (why you do that?)
Said I should be in the stu', instead of poppin' the eight
Nigga my topic is the cake
Jewelry, bitches, and cars
Doin' it big wit' all my niggas poppin' Cris' in bars
I fucks wit' the stars
You can catch me out in Cali
Lookin' for Caucasian bitches wit' titties and a fatty
Now I'm in the back of the Caddy, starin' through my rearview
Windows is gettin' foggy, I hope I got a clear view
Bitch-nigga, I dare you to shorten my cheese
Only money, music and family important to me
Baby, you talkin' to me?
"How you doin' Maxy?"
Had me in the club blowin my' stacks
I said

Why you do that?
I said, "I'm sorry, baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly, baby" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me, baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies" (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?
Uh, I tried to tell you before, early on, but you wouldn't listen (I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that? (You weren't listenin')
The V-12 on 24s, and plenty whores, and the shoes is glistenin' (said I'm in love wit' you)
Why you do that?

Yeah
Yeah, it's ya boy, man
Boss Don back with another classic for the ladies
I see you, boss man
What's goin' on, baby?
This gon' have them hoes off- off lean
They gon' be like, "I don't even like rap, but, but I fuck wit' that nigga right there"
That's that grown and gorgeous shit for the summer, for the winter
Fourth quarter, whatever, oww
Byrd Gang shit