All These Ladies

[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

[Chorus: Dr. Oop]
Now, it's all these ladies drivin' me crazy, I can't tell you why
It's like I try to be cool, but chicks be too rude, they just wanna get a piece of the pie
They want gold, they want clothes, they want diamonds and dope plus cars, but it's all for free
It's like they're looking for a guy with cheese and green eyes, but they really want a nigga like me

[Verse 2: Blu]
Uh, she want a real soul brother, a nigga that discovered his roots
Kind of dirty and still ain't got a scuff on his boots
She know the type of guy that love him some Snoop
But enough soul in him to bang Common and fuck with the Roots
It don't matter if you busted a few
But if you Denzel standin' next to Ezell, you know who she'll choose
She want a nigga with a big-ass shoe
And you know why some ask, but if you don't have it, then scoot
She want a type of guy that got a lot of shit on his mind
'Cause when times get rough, he quick to get on his grind
You know, a soul provider, kind of guy that stick by your side
Not a rolling stone phony, fake Don Corleone
She only want the best that could dress with finesse
She don't think fresh is a white tee with some sweats
She want a nigga from the West 'cause she heard what is real
Fly chicks want a nigga with skills
A nigga like me

[Chorus: Dr. Oop]
Now, it's all these ladies drivin' me crazy, I can't tell you why
It's like I try to be cool, but chicks be too rude, they just wanna get a piece of the pie
They want gold, they want clothes, they want diamonds and dope plus cars, but it's all for free
They say they're looking for a guy with cheese and green eyes, but they really want a nigga like me

[Verse 3: Blu]
She lookin' for a savior
Not a fake Mr. Captain Save a (No)
A nigga with game, he ain't gotta be no player (Right)
A brother with range, plus a brain up in his cranium
And not a dude that rock more jewels than her
She wears diamonds, but prefers time instead of money
And she ain't tryna find no broke, bummy crash dummy
I said, "Honey, you found him," I'm rugged and lovin' it on that other shit
Matter fact, I just got off the mothership
A pro-Black brother with a mad fuck-the-government attitude
I used to battle fools on the avenues
Now I rock the latitude
And don't ask if Blu is hung
'Cause love, after I smash a few times, you'll be sprung
As an old mattress
Comin' for more practice
Wantin' some more, beggin' me to cum in your—
But love, I must admit, real spitters don't commit except to music
So don't confuse it
A nigga like me

[Chorus: Dr. Oop]
It's all these ladies drivin' me crazy, I can't tell you why
It's like I try to be cool, but chicks be too rude, just tryna steal my pie
They want gold, they want clothes, they want diamonds and gold, they want cars, but it's all for free
They all looking for guys with cheese and green eyes, but they really want niggas like me
And Blu

[Outro: Dr. Oop]
See, that's what I was tryin' to tell you, Blu, man
You know, there's these women out there, they tryna put you in a category, man
But you know, we the new niggas, man, you know what I'm saying?
It ain't about like it used to be, man, categorizing and all that
It's just like, if you love me, you know what I'm sayin', explore what's goin' on, don't typecast me and assume