Jill Scott - High Post Brotha lyrics

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 wanna be friends Every Everybody wants a superstar who got cars and ice walks into the ghetto get p**y 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 [Common] Come here love (chickka) love let me holla at you cause what you got is worth more than a dollar or two soil another n***a'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 sh*t but you was never superficial ~~(I ain't 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 Moon baby So F*ck the superstar Cause he's a High Post Brotha with money in his pocket he got every-thing a girl could want i 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 maybe he don't i think maybe he dont maybe he dont i think maybe he dont