Pat Viala - I Gotcha lyrics

[Produced by: The Neptunes] [Intro] Ho, yeah You know what it is Lupe Chicago man Yeah, man You know I have you right [Verse 1] 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 UK Turn that eau de Lupe to Pepe Le Pew 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 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 [Hook] You want the flava ma, hey I gotcha You want the realness, well I gotcha I know you sick of them n***as big car and watch you Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real sh**, well I gotcha You see my n***as here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right You know we do it [Verse 2] And I'm from Chi-Town That's where I flies round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now We used to g**n 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 This 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, hit Gomer Pyle 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 n***as big car and watch you Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real sh**, well I gotcha You see my n***as here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right You know we do it [Verse 3] And so to sign off This beat I rhyme off Is from Thelonious 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 mimes talk That's cause I'm in Europe Me in my French tour I'm on my pimp, my temperature is tempura I take it easy on my watch I'm watching 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 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 [Hook] You want the flava ma, hey I gotcha You want the realness, well I gotcha I know you sick of them n***as big car and watch you Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real sh**, well I gotcha You see my n***as here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right You know we do it [Outro] Yessir, FNF