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Brother Ali - Star Quality lyrics
"[Verse 1] Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh Yes, I'm livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess Had a few things left to get up off of my chest Like I'm, facing the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qu'Ran on it I fliped your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul If I would've known that tonight was Ladie's Night I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby whipe In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the stands Battling me is like trying to ride your bike in the sand I'ma eat one more helping, then I'm, whiping my hands And you frustrated rappers, must hate the fact That I walk in first class, have so much ladies gaspin for breath Tryin to catch me, with the ass and the chest I ain't tryin to be rude lady, I'm just passin a test Got enough hastle and stress, with one woman cashing my cheques I'll take the compliment and pass on the sex [Chorus] We like Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there [Verse 2] You ain't hardcore, you soft more than Shamar Moore In a tight shirt sayin 'Let's slow this train down ya'll' You stink hoes, spills a whole, lot of nothing Got the nerve to look Ox in the eye, you got it coming While your woman nod her face to the beat, you tasting defeat Whiping the waste from my cleets, between the space in your teeth Erogation, facial features all hung down That little dumb frown is perfect for salt water to run down Talk harder to some clowns, cause they need it rough Make sure they never sleeping deep enough to dream of beating me, what My styles a little belligerent, isn't it? Considerin that Im belittling them, with little more then My pad and my pen and my sediments Weither its your chorus scratching, or wack track blasting, Your whole approach to rapping, is ass crack backwards Cats'll see me in the spot and act salty Stressing you save hip hop, you can't even save a wack party [Chorus] We like Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there [Chorus 2] And the preachers say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" And the choir say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" And the preachers say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" And the choir say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" [Verse 3] Brother Ali is Two Hundred, Fifty Pounds of Piss and Vinegar Few try to sit me down, they missing limbs and I got nothing on, but a lifestyle, black tuxedo An Arethra Franklin record, and Im rockin Captain Ego like 'Dun Dadda, Shit, Ya Done Poppa' There's only three reasons Ali would need a Ramada One; to move the bowels, two; to steal the towels Three; Shave, shower, pray for my spiritual power I can handle this, if my man Ant would just Give me a chance to splatter some antics across his canvisses Damage is unavoidable at this point I twist joints till they pop lock, too loud and get ya knot rocked(?) Im too proud to let you hop scotch through The section of the Earth that I occupy, without making you testify Best that I could do for you, is ingore you Cause Id probably conquer you if I explore you Words from the Brother. [Chorus] We like Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there [Chorus 2] And the preachers say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" And the choir say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" And the preachers say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" And the choir say "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" [Outro] "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah" "Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"" |
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