"Armpits" is a song by Da Pak, released as a promotional single by Epic Records in 2000. It samples the 1970 song "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family. The collective comprised of Lupe Fiasco, Sosa Quran, Delow, and Nahvee, where they shortly split after the record.[1]
Fiasco confessed that he felt like a "hypocrite" where he explained, "We had a song out about cocaine, guns, and women, and I would go to a record store and look at it and think, 'What are you doing?' [...] I had to destroy that guy. Because what Lupe Fiasco says on this microphone is going to come back to Wasalu Jaco. When the music cuts off, you have to go home and live with what you say."[2]
Track listing[]
| "Armpits" track listing | ||
|---|---|---|
| No. | Title | Length |
| 1. | "Armpits" (Clean) | 4:05 |
| 2. | "Armpits" (Instrumental) | 4:05 |
| 3. | "Armpits" (Dirty) | 4:05 |
| Total length: | 12:15 | |
Lyrics[]
[Hook: Da Pak]
N***as, bitches, pimps, tricks
Whoever you with, let me see them armpits
Musty or dusty, ashy or nasty
When your paths meet, let me see them armpits
Hey, yo
Hit somethin', pop somethin', move somethin', rock somethin'
Spit somethin', cop somethin', do somethin', lock somethin'
You want your life? Then lift your arms up!
N***a put your palms up, get them guns up!
[Verse 1]
Come on over ho, we got weed in the Rover
If you don't get your hands up, you can bleed in your shoulders
I'm the holy ghost ask them Jehovahs
I leave no witness, nobody but the chauffeur
You might see me on the sofa with Oprah
Nope, you gon' see me on the screen
For catchin' a 3 to 15 for this cream
Next time, get 'em [?] pristine
I'm doing hit-runs with my hit-team
Somebody get shot, nobody get seen
Girl you a party ho, but that fit look nice on your body though
I don't party though...
Bitch! I'd rather stick n***as for their money
And baby, this ain't a party song
But I'll hit hoes with the Bacardi long
Dick stroking, pussy bust that shit open
Big pimping, big scoping, your tip closing
[Hook: Da Pak]
N***as, bitches, pimps, tricks
Whoever you with, let me see them armpits
Musty or dusty, ashy or nasty
When your paths meet, let me see them armpits
Hey, yo
Hit somethin', pop somethin', move somethin', rock somethin'
Spit somethin', cop somethin', do somethin', lock somethin'
You want your life? Then lift your arms up!
N***a put your palms up, get them guns up!
[Verse 2]
We backed up in this Expo
Drugged, gats up
Time ticks to conflict, the bomb hit
Explosion, blows with yo neck slow drips, holes
Get 'em up are you finna win or what?
Hands, get 'em up
It's too clutch, by the guts, send 'em up
As far as them blocks go, we got those, hit 'em up!
Popped a mo', let's go henny in the cup
Optimal, make 'em stop, drop and roll
With the hot flows, spot clothes, gotcha dough
Shot ya ho, dragged her out the hospital
Unlock the door, pop the trunk, lock the fo'
Ridin' in the drop-top slow, copped the dro
Spot the popos but they only obstacles
Jump from the pot smoke, won't stop the show
Got the dough, lash out, they got the blow
Can't stop my flow, c'mon!
Yeah, yeah, uh, what? Yeah n***as, what? What? What? Uh, What?
[Hook: Da Pak]
N***as, bitches, pimps, tricks
Whoever you with, let me see them armpits
Musty or dusty, ashy or nasty
When your paths meet, let me see them armpits
Hey, yo
Hit somethin', pop somethin', move somethin', rock somethin'
Spit somethin', cop somethin', do somethin', lock somethin'
You want your life? Then lift your arms up!
N***a put your palms up, get them guns up!
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hey, yo
I pop something, write for a little; drop nothing
Unarmed? Nuh-uh, lights on 'em pistols, stop frontin'
While y'all chase birds like Road Runner for phone numbers
I be in the back with bone crushers and known hustlers
Big bill n***as, big deal n***as
One call you're killed, all ill n***as
You want beef? Better be extra sure
My n***as be under your floors
So stay on your toes like pedicures
My 16s make other rappers quit dreams
Try to sing, enlist in the marines
Zero tolerance, I leave heroes hollerin'
You better have Shapiro and Cochran or you can ring it up like Jostens
Feel me? 'Course not
Still be on top
On the rock, bill me for your spot, for real B
Honor that 18, longer gat, corner cat, stronger raps
When Lu on, who gon' be stopping that?
[Hook: Da Pak]
N***as, bitches, pimps, tricks
Whoever you with, let me see them armpits
Musty or dusty, ashy or nasty
When your paths meet, let me see them armpits
Hey, yo
Hit somethin', pop somethin', move somethin', rock somethin'
Spit somethin', cop somethin', do somethin', lock somethin'
You want your life? Then lift your arms up!
N***a put your palms up, get them guns up!
N***as, bitches, pimps, tricks
Whoever you with, let me see them armpits
Musty or dusty, ashy or nasty
When your paths meet, let me see them armpits
Hey, yo
Hit somethin', pop somethin', move somethin', rock somethin'
Spit somethin', cop somethin', do somethin', lock somethin'
You want your life? Then lift your arms up!
N***a put your palms up, get them guns up!
N***as, bitches, pimps, tricks
Whoever you with, let me see them armpits
Musty or dusty, ashy or nasty
When your paths meet, let me see them armpits
References[]
- ↑ Thompson, Paul (May 2, 2019). "The brilliant ambiguity of Lupe Fiasco's 'The Truth Is Among Us'". The Fader.
- ↑ Biography Today, pp. 61–62