La'u Lupe Ua Lele - The Golden Ali'is

('Sup?) Yeah Yeah Yeah 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