Brother Ali - Lookin' at Me Sideways lyrics

Now baby you gon' get a crook in
Your neck looking at me sideways
I play high stakes made crook in a crime wave
Must be something on my face
Yelling out that you're not telling what
They spelling on MySpace dot com
Bold type face rhetoric
You gon' clickety click and
Get your head split
What the hell you look like
On a message board
Discussing whether or not the
Brother is hard core
I ain't got to prove to any of you
That anything I ever said was is the
Truth but I'm ready to do it
And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 beats a week
So fuck it I'll put the record
How it needs to be
I understand I ain't perfect alright
I been a thugged out nerd all my life


Thank God I ain't got to serve
Dirt or snatch purses at night
I feed people with the verses I write
And I fill them with my personal strife
Had some of y'all concerned for my life
For what I've had the nerve to recite
I cut my grass low
Bring the surface to light
Now baby you ain't never heard me I'm tight
And I'm surgical like with this bitch
Jake you know that shit
Fuck around and get a closed
Casket and I'm old fashioned
Trying to figure how we got from
Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit
It's just so tragic
But it ain't impossible to solve
I ain't learned jack shit from Dorian at all
Let me hear you abusing the culture I adore
I'll come across the hall and
Get involved like this here

I'm just here to play my part
And inbetween scenes got to stay on guard
I ain't way out y'all
You just don't get me dog
You gon fuck around and miss me dog
It ain't my fault
And they love the way I talk
Eyes get real wide when I say my thoughts
I ain't way out y'all
You just don't get me dog
You gon fuck around and miss me dog
It ain't my fault

Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a
Big black granite statue
Devide it by the lightning speed
That they can move it ain't an autograph
Do that math I'mma smack you
I like to pull up my pants and lean back too
Organic vegetables, mix em with fast food
I'm Howard Stern meets Howard Zinn
How could you not find a pal
In him and get attracted too
I take it back for you when possible
If your hear this then I'm confiding in you
Pop call me, "Ali what's bothering you
Don't you want to tell your friends
You and your father are cool"
"NO"you got more ex's than the
Honorable Elijah Muhammed do
But that ain't my problem with you
Truth is you're just an impossible dude
You get hostile with fools when
They're honest with you
I could make me a snide little comment or two
But, I don't see what
That nonsense would prove
I don't give fake props to the dude
Or walk around in his shoes
I just do what the Qu'ran says
To do and respect him
Now I ain't even here to get clandestine
But best believe I'mma get what's destined
Be it an Escalade or a fixed up F10
It's better than this bus
Best friend believe that
I ain't got a free minute to lean back
Spider-Man 2 coming out and Faheem need that
Plus I wanna teach him how to
Read on a Leap Pad
Shining bike, smiling like "look at me dad!"
That's the shit that I'm in to
I defend to the death
That I'm every bit as gangster as them fools
If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow like this
If you were really a G
You wouldn't know I exist, you bitch
(I don't understand what they're sayin'
But little did they know they could
Get a smack for that, man)
So I'd advise you to shut the fuck up
Silly muhfucka

I said clap your hand to the beat y'all
Cause the beat make you clap your hands
I said clap your hand to the beat y'all
Cause the beat make you clap your hands