Brother Ali - Dorian Lyrics
Here we are in the apartment corridor,"Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to you.I don't get up in my neighbours business normally right,But yo these thin ass walls got everything leakin' throughNow first thing's first, I don't judge you for the weed smokeBut I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please dont"And it's not once or twice, but every damn nightMan there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't rightNow man to man, I can understandThey like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other outBut you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'emAnd nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman?Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfullBreathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangleHis eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands aroundHe's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down...""....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closetPullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went and got itDamnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilizedBut little boys really ain't used to bein' criticizedFirst off scooter, take the bass out your voiceI'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choiceHere and, understand it's only once that I warn youMan make a move, make a threat, I'll make it reign knuckles on youI ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your leagueMy wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peaceShe's stuck her head down on some keep your temper shitLittle man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your business *****"Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed thatHe invited my right fist for a party on his left cheekI didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted,But arrived a half a second early, right cross connected -Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him,Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in himLittle man could make moves that I couldn't,He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put itI stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircaseBare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their placeAir point style, the second one take off, the next one landLearn some respect young manHe glanced down for the brick on the ground,Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crownHe's in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in the worldSo ***** hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin' the groundI said somebody need to beat your ass,And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do halfAnd while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull upHe hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun upReady to protect and serve,And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nervesHe helped the wife-beater stand up,But not before he helped brother ali into some handcuffsAnd you can imagine my surprise,When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyesAnd a phone in her hand, holdin' her manDamn that was not the plan...
