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 ni**az, big car and watch ya
Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real s**t, hey, I gotcha
You see my ni**az 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 ni**az, big car and watch ya
Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real s**t, hey, I gotcha
You see my ni**az 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 ni**az, big car and watch ya
Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real s**t, hey, I gotcha
You see my ni**az here, you know we proper
You know we do it, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right, right

Yes, sir, FNF, Lupe