Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dorian, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Shadows On The Sun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Dorian |
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' through |
Now first thing’s first, I don’t judge you for the weed smoke |
But I can hear your daughter yellin' 'daddy, please dont' |
And it’s not once or twice, but every damn night |
Man there’s somethin' goin' on up in here that ain’t right |
Now man to man, I can understand |
They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out |
But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em |
And nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman?» |
Boy, I can tell that my presence was painful |
Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle |
His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around |
He’s used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down |
See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet |
Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went and got it |
Damnit man, I’m in the right and I’m civilized |
But little boys really ain’t used to bein' criticized |
First off scooter, take the bass out your voice |
I’m respectful with mine and yo you makin' a choice |
Here and, understand it’s only once that I warn you |
Make a move, make a threat, I’ll make it rain knuckles on you |
I ain’t a woman or a baby dawg, I’m out of your league |
My wife heard us gettin' loud so she’s prayin' for peace |
She stuck her head out on some keep your temper shit |
Little man gon' say «Close the door, mind your business, bitch» |
Ha, now that’s sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed that |
He invited my right fist for a party on his left cheek |
I 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 him |
Little man could make moves that I couldn’t |
He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it |
I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase |
Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place |
Airport style, the second one take off, the next one land |
Learn some respect young man |
He glanced down for the brick on the ground |
Fist still clenched up I’m still stickin' his crown |
He’s in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in the world |
So fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight you’re hittin' the ground |
I said somebody need to beat your ass |
And then teach your ass, and I’m sorry I can only do half |
And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull up |
He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up |
Ready to protect and serve |
And it’s in his nature to .38 ya' if you’re testin' his nerves |
He helped the wife-beater stand up |
But not before he helped Brother Ali into some handcuffs |
And you can imagine my surprise |
When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes |
And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man |
Damn that was not the plan… |