Brother Ali - Blah Blah Blah Lyrics






Get yourself together now because it's hit time

Your known as the hit makers
Record breakers, party makers
They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver
For all you cats, they bound to more dips in your hips
More cut in your strut, more glide in your stride
If you don't dig that you gotta hole in your soul
If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address
They gon' sing mighty loud and clear

[Brother Ali:]
Ayo, the music made em jump back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna come track somethin fat, without lettin Ali touch that
Nothin' wack leaves his lips
You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so here he is)
A seasoned veteran, an ego wreckin'
I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so quit your feeble session
Double teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessons
Sluggo

[Slug:]
Here we go
Lookin at me like they know me
Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me
Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage
Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast
So taste it, the vitamins are subtle
So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle
But shut up though
(Fuck that, sucka jump back)
I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We Call her hunch back), Ali run that

[Brother Ali:]
From cats lips to gods ears
We Line ya'll punk bastards in crosshairs
Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared
Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

[Slug:]
Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that
Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?
You fuckin rappers are she-males
From the retail to the e-mail, the defeat felt because you need help

[Chorus: x2]
Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our show
I hear the same bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

[Brother Ali (Slug):]
(Rappers steppin tight)
Yeah they get they shit spun
I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I hit one
(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?)
We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run

[Slug:]
Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin
On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition
When you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
Calm down little campers, I've got the answers
You should fuck exotic dancers
You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers
It doesn't matter turn it up, what the fuck you think that amps for?

[Brother Ali:]
I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow
And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe
And I should, but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go
But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would be albinos
Your respect is like a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on without it
I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass
With your tongue out and write a love song about it

[Slug:]
Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles
The love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles
The Minnesota missiles, self taught
Communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked

[Brother Ali:]
Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs
And know you standing here choking on my pubic hairs
Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares
If you keep bumping your gums than we can fuckin' take it there

[Slug (Brother Ali):]
I make a room full of punk rocks stop and do the walk
(Wrestle shots from a cop and ask him who's your pops)
Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy
(Sing my fuckin' chorus fore I punch you in yo face)

[Chorus x2]





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  1. L.... G....

    Get yourself together now because it's hit time
    Your known as the hit makers
    Breaker breakers, party makers
    They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver
    For all you cats, who never put more dips in your hips
    More cut in your strut, more glide in your stride
    If you don't dig that you gotta hold your soul
    If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address
    Because singing might be loud and clear
    Ayo, the music made ‘em jump back
    Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, without lettin Ali touch that?
    Gun whack, read his lips
    You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so here he is)
    A seasoned veteran, an ego reckon
    I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin
    Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your feeble session
    Double teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessons
    So no
    Here we go
    Lookin at me like they know me
    Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me
    Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage
    Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast
    So taste it, the vitamins are subtle
    So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle
    But shut up though
    (Fuck that, sucka jump back)
    I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame
    (We call her hunch back), Ali run that
    From cats lips to gods ears
    We mind yall punk bastards and cross hairs
    Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared
    Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)
    Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that
    Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?
    You fuckin rappers are she-males
    From the retail to the e-mail, the feel felt cause you need help
    Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
    If we open for y'all it's still our show
    I hear the same bullshit wherever I go
    Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
    ah yeah they get their shits burned
    I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I get learned
    (Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?)
    We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run
    Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin
    On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders in keeping tradition
    when you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
    Calm down little camper, I've got the answers
    You should fuck exotic dancers
    You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers
    It doesn't matter, turn it up, what the fuck you think that amp's for?
    I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow
    And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your ho
    And I should but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go
    But if I didn't have a wife, yo, your kids'd be albinos
    Your respect is like a stick in the grass
    Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on about it
    I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass
    with your tongue out and write a love song about it
    Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles
    The love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles
    The Minnesota missiles, self taught
    communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked
    Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs
    And now you're standing here choking on my pubic hairs
    Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares
    If you keep bumping your gums we can fucking take it there
    Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do the walk
    (Rest those shots from a cop, and ask him who's your pops)
    Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy
    (Sing my fucking chorus before I punch you in the face)
    Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
    If we open for y'all it's still our show
    I hear the same bullshit wherever I go
    Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
    Source: LyricFind

  2. T.... M....

    This is so good thank you pandora

  3. C.... M....

    Finally some1 who speak truth& Bless respect from England. U return hiphop 2it's home& a u the don.

  4. S.... M....

    This is rap!! This is rap!! This is rap!! Got daum!!

  5. G.... T....

    Από κάτω είναι κάτι σχόλια από το 18..χαχαχαχαχαχαχαχ γεια σας μαγκες

  6. D.... C....

    "What's that drippin off her nutsaa, wait, why she got a nutsack.." Lmfao.

  7. N.... ....

    If I didn't have a wife in 2018 my kids would still be albinos.

    Shit is so tough.

  8. J.... C....

    what is the sampleeee

  9. L.... S....

    Atmosphere is super dope too

    L.... S....

    When this came on my Pandora I thought this was atmosphere.

  10. T.... S....

    A única BR 😒😂

  11. J.... C....

    DoitwithDan fuck yhea man

  12. R.... F....

    Best song

  13. T.... ....

    Shout out to Do it with Dan for having a dope taste in music

    T.... ....

    TheSewerdragon aye that's where I found it. Straight in my playlist

    T.... ....

    DoitwithDan hell yhea man

    T.... ....

    TheSewerdragon cheah

  14. S.... i....

    fuck that jump back, yo what's that dripping off her nuts wait why she got a nut sack?

  15. R.... B....

    brother ali has some dope versus in this one. I love it.

    R.... B....

    Riley Butterfield verses?

  16. M.... Z....

    the goods

  17. K.... S....

    this song is so lit and the time is 420

    K.... S....

    Kenneth Smith yasaa

  18. B.... R....

    Stunning

  19. S.... ....

    hip hop is still alive

  20. E.... ....

    3 people need to watch, observe and then fallow.

  21. D.... W....

    little guns & cigarettes breakdown, so cool.

  22. E.... C....

    One of the best songs ever

    E.... C....

    Ethan Conroy truth

  23. U.... ....

    I always love and appreciate Pandora gold. (Underground Hip Hop Radio)

    U.... ....

    +Ultraskyler Ha same

    U.... ....

    Ultraskyler real hip hop isn't on the radio.💙 I'm glad they created ways to listen to my favorite hip hop. my limewire used to be loaded with brother ali, atmosphere, aesop, murs, cunninlynguists...you know all the best.

    U.... ....

    sounds like it was a bumpin limewire, do you listen to the lifesavas?

  24. T.... M....

    @TheLAstOneR k o uploader ellinas einai

  25. c.... ....

    @Malkavianos28 Eleos edw den pisteya na petyxw Ellhna ..

    c.... ....

    chivsa ούτε εγώ μετα από 7 χρόνια!

  26. T.... M....

    ta spaei..!