Lupe Fiasco - Make Sure lyrics

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] I get my hip-hop on I get my hip-hop on Allow me to get my hip-hop on Allow me to get my hip-hop on [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Just a little story that I got to tell About a boy named Lu and a girl named Chenelle She from the ghetto, he is as well He listens to The Neptunes, she Mr. Kells So while his head was in the clouds She was on the down-low, foul, more so The '03 version of a virgin Said she learned head from a p**no (Word?) Upbringing was worse than he She from a broken home One day broke father broke in home Lookin' for a fix from brokenhearted momma Choked and broke her bones Now he dismayed Cause he don't think things need to be that way Now he at work, and she at play And she get paid But he don't think she could ever be that way [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight Cause that PIMP HAND will smack you down Make you hit the road, don't come back around You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight Cause that PIMP HAND will lay you low Don't hate the playa, just the way it go [Lupe Fiasco: Verse 2] Now Lu's not your ordinary mild-mannered man Who doesn't man up Who just got caught with his pants down and his hands up NAW He's a dog, he's a playa he's a mack Who preys on the weak and the meek and the quiet Try to make 'em into freaks Gets with the big girls with jobs And tell 'em "[They] don't really need to diet," NO Then it's free Micky D's for he And it's three until she gets herself fired "Sorry," LIAR, he don't care, he gon' say whatever she want hear Whatever it takes To get whatever he want or what he won't wear Plaid She think he won't dare Creep with her friends when her ends end Lu be prepared, cause he ain't scared [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight Cause that PIMP HAND will smack you down Make you hit the road don't come back around You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight Cause that PIMP HAND will lay you low Don't hate the playa, just the way it go [Lupe Fiasco: Verse 3] No matter how much strength man You think that your pimp hand has got It pose no opposition to politicians They so efficient in they tradition They pimpin' is tops School is a mack with a track It's historical fact Bring back the tax Air Force One is a 'Lac Bombs over Baghdad, johns in Iraq Yes indeed, Democracy is a flirt in a miniskirt Trying to give a handjob to the desert Till it squirt Texas Tea And give a condom to Congress to stretch the siege Best believe, you'll catch disease Siphyllus of the spirit Arthritis of the knees And you can watch on the idiot box This NBC is like Spice, alright! [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight Cause that PIMP HAND will smack you down Make you hit the road don't come back around You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight Cause that PIMP HAND will lay you low Don't hate the playa, just the way it go