I Gotcha

Ho, yeah (Yessir)

You know what it is, Lupe (A-yessir)

Chicago man, yeah (Uh uh)

Yeah, man

You know I have ya (Right, right, right, right)

You know! (Right, right, right, right) Uh

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 eau de Lupe to Pepe Le Pew spray

Fragrantly fragrant and they can't escape me

My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went

You don't wanna 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 warn y'all cornballs, I hush puppies

The swans in the pond call 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 players and the girls

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

You want the flavor, ma? Hey, I got ya

You want the realness? Well, I got ya

I know you sick of them **** big-car-and-watch ya

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit? Well, I got ya

You see my **** here? You know we proper

You know we do it right, (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right)

You know we do it

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

Banksy's attack 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 Ivorys and my Doves, my Levers and my Zestes

It's 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, hit Gomer Pylel 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 flavor, ma? Hey, I got ya

You want the realness? Well, I got ya

I know you sick of them **** big-car-and-watch ya

Either they pimps or they macs or they mobsters

You want the real shit, well, I got ya

You see my **** here? You know we proper

You know we do it right, (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right)

You know we do it

And so to sign off (Off), this beat I rhyme off (Off)

Is from Thelonious P and Hugo Mind Boss (Boss)

You feel it in the air (Air), it's such a fine force (Force)

But you don't hear me though (Though), just like a mimes toss (Toss)

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

I'm on my pimp, my temperature is tempura

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

In my cleanest Maharishi, see the hare is tryna beat me

I continue the Lu's pace

Them 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 F.N.F. crew

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

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

You want the flavor, ma? Hey, I got ya

You want the realness? Well, I got ya

I know you sick of them **** big-car-and-watch ya

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit? Well, I got ya

You see my **** here? You know we proper

You know we do it right, (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right) Right (Right)

You know we do it

Yessir

F.N.F. U-P