My Hoe

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro] I’d do anything (anything) Anything (anything) Anything… niggas be out her hoein out [Verse 1: BLU] Oh yea, Rosa Perez, my bad I almost called you Rosa Eyes feel, how that feel? You said it wasn’t that ill the posers all over your poster We post up for you, tell the show closer, shows over It’s like an old soldier with no model for tomorrow I be thinking bout upholding my bottle Plottin on my Abe Lincoln, loading hollows with my hands on the Bible Throw a peace though like I’m Middle Eastern 8 ink pins need revival, yo I’m non-religious The palm is itching, put a psalm up in it, gave me when he thought I pull em different Mama’s crib is safe, papa’s crib safe All my brothers and sisters know the color of my nickel plate Still the haters wanna ask me how I deal with hate Told em you should never look a pistol in the face You just go the extra mile just to make sure that you’re living it straight You tell Barack I need a crib in estates And cake niggas celebrate with your liquor no chase Just to hit you quick or just to get yo face up out my face, fake nigga How you picture tomorrow? With the wrong frame of mind How you picture love if you are blind? And the crowd trippin [Hook x2: Reks] You see I never call you my bitch or even my boo There’s so much in the name, it’s so much more in you My… make you my… Ch'yea! [Verse 2: Evidence] It’s grab day to day but I’m good enough on a bad day Runnin 'round my town without a sad face Evidence make dough, moneys fat bills come realities back No strikes back, no - strike that I snap 'til I’m done with my picks 'til it’s sick A pic’s only perfect as the person is fit I lock a shot then I shoot to gift and focus in In dark rooms I develop the prints So place your bets on he with [?] The flow is peace, the beat is stack, the light on the street is he I’m the most west side of any west sider rider Ridin out by the beach until the day is complete I won’t stop, no [cano?] with the clock flow I was a snot nose kid, I had the potholes In my lawn, I was bombing from dust And I grew the fuck up like I still dodge gestapos [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Reks] Glass of champagne on a rosy carpet The flow we sparked it like light to darkness, illuminating authors Catch the itis upon Noah's Ark 40 days and 40 nights, arose to port, stars shining the brightest Rhythm unite us, bring us closer to the roads chose Wise as my nigga pimp, bow to the signs of blimp Reading 'the world yours,' horderves et cetera Treat her like a lady 'til ya cheddar up Credible measures of competitors is laughable I never was one, to see your efforts standing next to us Had a few occasions on my exodus when rappers thought that Rekka Was the type to be stymied by naysayers and hecklers Heck of a rep, above the clouds, Inspectah Deck, I touch Crowns with the intellect, probably there’s an introspect Crown me king to the death, karma bring plenty deaths Then he got with me with the Henny breath [Hook x2]