Statik Selektah, Reks, Evidence, Blu - My Hoe lyrics
[Statik Selektah, Reks, Evidence, Blu - My Hoe lyrics]
I’d do anything (anything)
Anything (anything)
Anything… niggas be out her hoein out
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
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!
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 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
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
Anything (anything)
Anything… niggas be out her hoein out
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
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!
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 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
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