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