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(feat. Pharrell) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet But they cant they accented like the UK Turn that ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray Fragrantly fragrant and they cant escape me My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went You don't want a loan leave my cologne alone It's a little to strong for u to be putting on Trust me I say this justly I went from musty to musky and yall cant mush me I warn yall cornballs I hush puppies The swans in the pond call my duck ugly But now they hug me because its 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 got cha You want the realness, well I got cha I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters SongtexteYou want the real sh**, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] 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 Bank caesar tack 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 Zests 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 got cha You want the realness, well I got cha 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**, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off Is from the Thelonious P and Hugo Mind Boss You feel it in the air, its such a fine force But you don't hear me though, just like a mimes toss That's cuz I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour a Im on my pimp, my temperature is temperer I take it easy on my watch Im watchin TV Am I clean as my her-re-shy's, 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 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 got cha You want the realness, well I got cha 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**, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right [Verse 4: Pharrell] (yeszir....) Yeah I'ma skater, yeah I'm dirty Lookin' for my wife, while they smart and perty Your material-listic, journey That bullshit, don't concern me Ah, here you go, talking big shit You ain't think, I could flip it like this quick You just talking, and I'm the big shit Without mentioning my hit list, for instance Color dunk show, got 'em all yo Got a different car, under each garage do' From the Rolls Royce, that rides like hydro That white 550, nigga, kicking like Tae Bo I don't give a fuck, what ya haters think Fam' I did things, my major means At a pretty young age, I did major things I made major cream, I eat major greens First the yellow diamonds nigga, made ya bling Had the baddest bitches, on the major scene Fuck what ya heard and what you think you seen I fuck that bitch who come from Cover Girl, to Maybelline Quater million jewelry from, Las Van Dome Diamonds and plat', like glass and chrome Black credit card, just asking on Didn't need it, just didn't have it home White girl in Africa, Black in Rome Philipina girl, just packing at home All the girls I get, I hack and moan Man I give 'em the dick, you know them bitches just gone Nigga raise ya funds, been crazier son But nigga ignorant, and Star Trak, take his fun I'm the keyboard killer, with the raz-or toungue Don't come back tellin me, what play-ers done I did it big, and I made it fun I made a ton, oh yeah the Rolls Royce got sacadelic flowers Painted on it, and I'm leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun The house in Virginia, that's what I'm living in Building in Carribean, fillin 'em and buildin' 'em "Paris too?" said the strangest girl I said bitch, I'm tryna change the world, whoo Aus Songtexte Mania