('Sup?)
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Uh, ah (let's go)
You know wassup now (now)
I stroll through the underworld in my up towns
'Til I'm over the hill
I push touch-downs, it's over, I'm healed
I put my crutch down, my vision is clear
The central division is here
They should give him a flare
Give him a float, then give him the floor
Just gimme my ye, gimme a yard
I give you a year
Lean on the yacht cap, gimme ya oars
I'm rappin' the gift and the remedy dog
It's what I shimmy down your chimneys for
Money drop? (Nah)
Your pennies from the penthouse
I'm 50-20's from the 12th floor
They waitin' on the downfall
Of a G, like ground floor
But I'ma be like Philly blunt
Right here like right ear
Grindin' like ground beef 'til me and the ground meet
I get it crunk
Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, (hey homie, where you goin' to?)
Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
Hey (can I ride with you?)
Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
(Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?)
(Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
Yeah (goin' to)
Yeah (uh)
They should break in the company and take him in custody
For takin' sumthin' so basic and makin' it uppity
So publicly, so what if he hold something so stubbornly
So grudgingly up in here for something that he does so lovingly
From waitin' in the basement so humbly so hungrily
Now it's finna get so ugly, so utterly unpretty
So witty and so cunningly is he and there's no budgin' me
It's like I'm next in line, there's no cuttin' me
And it's like I never next to nine
I never next in nine, well, I never
Hold a rifle like motorcycle
You know, where bad chicks sit
Keep a .9 around my waist, like ninja back seat
I mean I heat pack, like injured athlete
So sit on back, before she get on back
Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, yeah (hey homie, where you goin' to?)
Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
Hey (can I ride with you?)
Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
(Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?)
(Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
(Goin' to)
No where, yeah
So as long as I'm right here and as long as there's Nike Airs
We gon' get it on as long as light years
Or as long as light's here, right here
You will last as long as a nice pair of white airs with slight care (nigga)
In other words, your career as long as dyke hair
Keep it right here, y'all ball fades
I'm all braids with white hair
All man from a cold land like white bears
And I 'on't wanna go back to the bike chair (chair)
Then send 'em back when the back of that dyke's there (there)
It's Lu, player, well let me back up like endos back of the bikes in the air
But this ain't new years (nah), MAC out the window
So when you see this player limpin'
With the passenger tucked, just follow procedure
Swallow your pride, and follow the leader 'cause
Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, uh-huh (hey homie, where you goin' to?)
Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
Hey (can I ride with you?)
Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
(Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?)
(Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?)
(Goin' to) ah, c'mon