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I Gotcha

Lupe, Chicano man

You know I have ya

Right, right, right, right

Right, right, right, right

They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day

They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet

But they can't, they accented like the U.K.

Turn that Ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray

Flagrantly fragrant and they can't escape it

My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went

You don't want a loan, leave my cologne alone

It's a little too strong for you to be puttin' on

Trust me, I say this justly

I went from musty to musky and y'all can't mush me

I warned y'all cornballs, I hush puppies

The swans in the pond called my duck ugly

But now they hug me because it's lovely

They love the aroma of a roamer of the world

Got the shakers and the skaters and the player and the girls

Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl

You want the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha

You want the realness, well, I gotcha

I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and watch ya

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey, I gotcha

You see my niggaz here, you know we proper

You know we do it, right, right, right

Right, right, right, right, right

And I'm from Chi-Town, that's where I flies 'round

Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now

We used to gangbang, a lot of that done died down

Children of the hat tiltin', keepin' hope alive now

All with no high, I do it so fly

Bank Caesar, Tack helicopter with the bow tie

I love my city, really hope that God bless it

Have my mind movin' faster than that hog in the hedges

Welcome all of y'all to my dark recesses

This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges

My ivories and my Doves, my levers and my zest's

It takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness

'The Belly Of The Beast', you know I'm from it

I wrap it in a towel, here go my pal in the stomach

And I be on my green like Irish spring and I coast

Fudge wit it and get a mouth full of soap

You want the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha

You want the realness, well, I gotcha

I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and watch ya

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey, I gotcha

You see my niggaz here, you know we proper

You know we do it, right, right, right

Right, right, right, right, right

And so to sign off, this beat, I rhyme off

Is from the looniest P and Hugo Mind Boss

You feel it in the air, it's such a fine force

But you don't hear me though, just like a mime's thoughts

That's 'cause I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour'a

I'm on my pimp, my temperature is temperer

I take it easy on my watch, I'm watchin' TV

Am I as clean as Maharishi? See, the hare is tryna beat me

As I continue to do Lu's pace

They say him got two heads and four eyes just like Screwface

But see my secret's safe, it's in my secret safe

That's in my secret room, on my secret base

So from the runner of the FNF crew

Come in hip hop, we've come to resurrect you

You, you, you, you, you

You, you, you, you, you, you

You want the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha

You want the realness, well, I gotcha

I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and watch ya

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey, I gotcha

You see my niggaz here, you know we proper

You know we do it, right, right, right

Right, right, right, right, right

Yes, sir, FNF, Lupe

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