I Gotcha Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Ho! Yeah! 

You know what it is... Lupe! 

Chicago man! Yeah! Man! 

You know I have ya right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right 

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

They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet 

But they can't, they accented like the UK 

Turn that "Eau de 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 to strong for you to be putting 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 

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You want the flaver-ma, hey I gotcha 

You want the realness, well I gotcha 

I know you sick of them players big car and watch up 

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters 

You want the real shit, well I gotcha 

You see my peoples here, you know we proper 

You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right 

You know we do it 

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

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 

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You want the flaver-ma, hey I gotcha 

You want the realness, well I gotcha 

I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya 

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters 

You want the real shit, well I gotcha 

You see my peoples here, you know we proper 

You know we do it 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 talk talk 

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

I'm on my pimp, my temperature is tempura 

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

Am I clean as Maharshi, see the hare is trying to beat me 

I continue to do Lu's pace 

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

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 flaver-ma, hey I gotcha 

You want the realness, well I gotcha 

I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya 

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters 

You want the real shit, well I gotcha 

You see my peoples here, you know we proper 

You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right 

You know we do it.