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[Intro] For real though, like for real though Like for real You know what I'm sayin', I don't even It's like, niggas must forget who the fuck Did what the fuck When the fuck When niggas was still, not the fuck Or whatever Fine then, I say [Verse] Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana clips Give 'em half, call it that banana splits But my halves is really like a banana 6 Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet with? Apes, yeah you bananas to the grapes That mean your bitch got a banana in her face And wine on her chin, get these heathens off of my trunk And all of these swine up off my rims Tryin' to take the shine up off of my Benz SLR, nigga please Niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave Gon' roll around with that B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve Got body plans, so I karate stance so I could open up my chi Lu the boy, too Bruce Leroy to destroy SongtexteDoo doo beat like two T-boys with one freak one me But I can DP like it's three more Three rewards for me or me or me or me or me or me Team me is like meat eating animals meeting a meteor Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of wars Knives and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars Lightening striking Viking hordes Fighting heightened, violence soars [German-sounding nonsense] That was Adolf, reacting to my new shit Translation: how come he can't be as evil as Lu get? Well that's cause you ain't Lu, bitch Took two sips of the holy grail Then I backed up and I turned around And I bent over and pittoo'd shit I love Jay, that's my nigga I feel sicker than a cruise ship I ain't competition, I don't move shit The only opposition is this new shit These new niggas rappin' like they 2 They be actin' like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit What happened to the game? Niggas think they Jappin' cause they rappin' like they Wayne Rappin' like they Chainz I ain't matchin' them in platinum But I'm rappin' like I'm flames Like smackin' them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain And my heroin is on metaphors and my metaphors is on brains My left foot is in LA but my right foot is in Spain Now we all heard what he said, but what he said means we dead And that shit is insane He's so crazy, look at the little baby Nigga you ain't Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z You will respect me, you will reject me But I've done so much, no matter how far you go, you will reflect me SLR, nigga please These niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave And when the bitch gone, knee shots disabled DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and a grenade all on your table. And my punch bowl's like an ocean And I lay it on by the ladle But it's so strong, when I pull it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle Satan on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an angel Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't hang on to my angles It's hard being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands Welcome nigga, Lupe Land, SLR Here we go, FL bars Hold up, go back to the hard part Would say pause, but I was talkin' 'bout my own balls Nigga Aus Songtexte Mania