Intro

Ho! Yeah! Yessir!
You know what it is…Lupe!
Chicago mayne!
You know I have ya right, right
Right, right, right, right, right, right

Verse 1
Ugh! They call me Lupe, I be a new day
They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet
But they can’t, they Axe scent it like the UK
Turn that Eau De Lupe to Pepe le Pew spray
Fragrantly Fragrant and they can’t escape it
My perfume, pursue them everywhere that they went
You don’t wanna loan, leave my cologne alone
It’s a little too strong for you to be putting on
Trust me, I say this justly, I went from
Musty, to Musky and ya’ll can’t mush me
I warn ya’ll 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 aroma of the world
Got the shakers and the skaters and the playas and the girls
Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl

Chorus
You want the flavor ma? Hey, I got cha
You want the realness? Well, I got cha
I know you sick of them niggas big car and watch ya
Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters
You want the real shit? Hey, I got cha
You see my niggas hear? You know we proper
You know we do it right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

Verse 2
Ugh! And I’m from Chi-town, that’s where I flies round
Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now
We used to gang bang, a lot of that done died down
Children of the hat tilting keeping hope alive now
All with no high, I do it so fly
Bank sees attack helicopter with the bow tie
I love my city, really hope that God bless it
Had my mind moving faster than that hog in the hedges
Welcome all of ya’ll to my dark recesses
This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges
My Ivory’s and my Doves, my Levers and my Zests
It takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness
The belly of the beats you know I’ve from it
I wrap it in a towel here go my pal in her stomach
And I be on my green like Irish Spring
Then I Coast, fudge wit it get a mouth full of soap
It’s mean…

Chorus

Verse 3
And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off
Is from Theoloneous 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 talk
That’s cause I’m in Europe me and my French toure
I’m on my pimp, my temperature is Tempura
I take it easy; on my watch I’m watching TV
And my cleanest Maharishi see the heiress trying to beat me
I continue to do Lu’s pace. Them say him got
Two heads and four eyes, just like Screw Face
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, you

Chorus

Yessir!

F-n-F, U…P!