Hey Lupe

You know wassup now

I stroll through the underworld in my uptowns

Till 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

Im rappin' the gift and the remedy dog

It's what I shimmy down your chimneys for

Money drop

Your pennies from the penthouse

I'm fifty twenties from the twentieth floor

They waiting 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 till me and the ground meet

I get it crunk

(Hey Lupe, where are you going?)

Over the hills and through the hoods we go

(With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O)

Fiasco, hey

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'? Can I ride with you?)

Where ya goin'?

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'?)

(Hey Lupe, where ya going to?)

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'?)

(Going to)

They should break in the company and take him in custody

For taking something so basic and making 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 waiting 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

Its 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 nine around my waist like ninja back seat

I mean I heat pack like injured athlete

So sit on back before she get on back

(Hey Lupe, where are you going?)

Over the hills and through the hoods we go

(With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O)

Fiasco, hey

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'? Can I ride with you?)

Where ya goin'?

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'?)

(Hey Lupe, where ya going to?)

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'?)

(Going to) Nowhere, 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

In other words, your career's as long as dyke hair

Keep it right here, y'all ball fades

I'm all braids with white hair

Old man from a cold land like white bears

And I don't wanna go back to the bike chair

Then send 'em back when I'm back with that dyke's hair

It's Lu, player, well let me back up like Endos, back of the bikes in the air

But this ain't new years, 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

(Hey Lupe, where are you going?)

Over the hills and through the hoods we go

(With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O)

Fiasco, hey

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'? Can I ride with you?)

Where ya goin'?

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'?)

(Hey Lupe, where ya going to?)

(Hey Lupe, where are ya goin'?)

(Going to)