I Gotcha lyrics

Song information

Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Album: Food & Liquor

Lyrics

[Verse]
They call me lupe I'll be your new day
They wanna smell like me they want my bouqet
But they cant they they accented like the uk
Turn that ude lupe to pepe le peu spray
Flagrantly fragrant and they can't escape it
My perfume pursued them anywhere that they went
You dont 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 yall can't mush me
I warned yall 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 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

[Hook]
You want the flava 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 sh*t
Hey! I gotcha
You see my peoples here
You know we proper
You we do it
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

[Verse]
And I'm from chi-town thats 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 moving faster than that hog in the hedges
Welcome all of yall 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

[Hook]
You want the flava 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 sh*t
Hey! I gotcha
You see my peoples here
You know we proper
You we do it
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

[Verse]
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 its such a fine force
But you dont 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 watching tv
*Am I as clean as ma hurry she 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 its 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

[Hook]
You want the flava 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 sh*t
Hey! I gotcha
You see my peoples here
You know we proper
You we do it
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right