All These Ladies Blu & Exile (Ft. Dr. Oop)

[Intro: Dr. Oop]
Ayo, Blu, you remember I was telling you I was ridin' on the blue line, man?
And these girls was tryin' to talk to me, tryin' to ask me, did I do this and do that? Because I looked like this and that
And I just told 'em, "Yo, man, this is 2000 motherfuckin' 5, man, I'm on some new shit, we renaissance niggas, man, you know?"
Like, oh, you remember that girl you told me about the other day, man?
That one

[Verse 1: Blu]
She want a nigga that can spit (Yeah, that one), a nigga that can rip a show in two (Uh-huh)
Not the type of cat you catch up at a video shoot
She want a nigga that can represent a city or group
'Cause if he don't represent them, how he gon' represent you? (Yep)
She want a blue collar hustler
Smooth type of brother that'll smuggle over keys just to eat type of brother (Uh-huh)
And even kiss his mother 'fore he leaves type of hustler
With a school of hard knocks degree
She want a lover, but a fighter that could write a flow to set her soul on fire
Like a real show rocker, mama want a dope rhymer
A nigga with respect that could kill the ill niner
Got a nine in case he faced with drama
Like her papa, but a partner she could spend all of her life with
Little bit righteous, call on Christ in a crisis
But he don't cry like a bitch but his life is like shit
She want a nigga that could spit
A nigga like me