Didn’t U Know Lupe Fiasco (Ft. Shayla G)

[Intro]
Uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah
That’s what I’m talking about
Lemme clean my glasses
Lemme wipe off my sneakers
Lemme tilt my hat
You understand

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Calm down, shorty, the alpha dude’s up
They don’t wanna touch ‘em they alpha dude touch
Just when they think they getting slick I lift
Switch my altitude up
Drop a little jewelry down
Pick my valuables up lay my tomfoolery down
They like the way I Converse
They alpha dude Chucks
But these Taylors here are tailor-made for me
The Geminis the Pros and the Sh-Shayla Gs
Yeah, a four-man squad that’ll play your league
Play you four-on-forty, give you a hundred-point lead
Then we still pimp the game like it’s Hunter’s point, please
Homie (Homie) Y-y-ya know me (ya know me)
You might see me down Stoney Island, Ridin’
Madison-Travelin’, Michigan-Visitin’
Roosevelt-Rollin’, Home and Roamin’
Halstead-Walkin’, Jeffrey’s-Joggin’