High Post Brotha Lyrics - Jill Scott

Everybody wants the hero 

Who just wants the man? 

Who fights with his devils 

And does the best he can 

Everybody wants a playa 

I just want to be friends 

Every 

Everybody wants a superstar 

Who got cars and ice 

Walks into the ghetto get pussy bar 

Makes all the girls look think twice 

Yeah sista he got money and thangs 

But is he nice for you 

He's a High Post Brotha 

With money in his pocket 

He got every-thing a girl could want 

Think maybe he don't 

High Post Brotha 

Wit money in his pocket 

He got everything a girl could want 

I think maybe he don't 

Some sistas want tha balla 

But mentally can he really play ball 

Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations 

His mentality's oh so so small 

Get the cream 

Get the hoes 

Get the cars 

He wants to go far 

But how far is too far 

[Com'mon] 

Come here love (chickka) love 

Let me holla at you 

Cause what you got 

Is worth more than a dollar or two 

Soil another nigga's game 

Usually I wouldn't do 

But you my girl 

And I can tell that its bothering you 

This motherahh must think that he a father to you 

You got vision but boys blockin the view 

I know he payin yo tuition 

Payin to get the car fixin 

He got Juice or is he Pulp Fiction 

Heard he be strip clubs 

Flippin duhs like he got big buhs 

Is it his image 

Or him that you in love with 

You on some shit but you was never superficial 

When rent's due is trip what a chick do 

You don't like his mind 

The way he looks 

And you said that his breath stinks 

But all of that added up 

Doesn't equal a fresh mink 

Let's think who you are 

You the