Закрыть

    Redman Cloze Ya Doorz

    MP3
    3:59
    5.22 MB
    192 kbps
    13

    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

    Смотреть клип Cloze Ya Doorz
    Смотреть клип Cloze Ya Doorz
    Текст песни Cloze Ya Doorz
    Текст песни Cloze Ya Doorz
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out

    Introducin' the international

    Worldwide, Brick City

    To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door

    I make niggaz walk like ball four

    Y'all score games down the block

    For me it's hip hop around the clock

    Critical, I'm bound to drop, stop

    You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'

    Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl

    I'm untryable, undeniable

    Won't be held liable for givin' knots that's untieable

    R O Z, recognize my name

    Rap G.I. Jane, rockin' colorful wide frames

    Straight from Newark, we Brick layers, Na Na slayers

    Don't play, I coach an' pick players

    In Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked an' stolen

    Step back, I'm holdin', bitches be rollin'

    Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper

    Tryin' to get cash out the ass like a stripper

    Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the cheddar

    Fuck takin' over cities, we conquered galaxies an' better

    I was put here to crush CDs an' wreck tapes

    Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin' planet in checkmate

    Hell with this, we takin' over the spot

    I don't like to but I will resort to the glock

    The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin' but like it

    It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it

    Talkin' 'bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties

    I know you a club music nigga but you ain't got a jack in your body

    You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass

    An' if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass

    You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend

    'Cause when I'm around you be quiet

    But when I leave you be talkin' again

    But we gonna do it how you want 'cause I'm widdit to brawl with you

    Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock an' fall witchu

    Yo niggaz, shut your windows an' close ya doorz

    Comin' straight from Da Brick City

    Yo niggaz, shut your windows an' close ya doorz

    Comin' straight from Da Brick City

    Your bitch said aliens raped her an' her four friends

    But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians

    When I crack a brew, it's nuttin' else I'd rather do

    Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you

    Your style get ate like Italian steak

    Then I get Red to sell you achy or a pound of shake

    Y'all can open up wide an' suck this dick

    None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks

    While you scrubbin' dishes, we puffin' Swishers

    Fuckin' women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches

    We cop sixty-three nigs

    One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix

    We got spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks

    While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips

    Plus your main honey loved us

    Slip her some bomba, she'll fuck twenty of us

    Yo, you pack that little ass gun like 'Harlem Nights'

    After we brawl an' fight, yo' bitch, I'ma ball tonight

    At shows we so tight, we flow like it's one mic

    Raw underground, yo Don, tell 'em what that dough like

    D. Don, I gets mine an' stay gettin' it

    My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes an' stay shittin' it

    Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant

    V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin' an' spendin'

    Got bitches trickin', tryin' to get with me

    Got police, flock niggaz tryin' to cop from me

    How many pounds you want, how many pounds you need?

    I cultivate every block I go an' drop seeds, nigga

    I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein' low key

    That hustler from A.C.

    I'm steady shittin' on hoes

    Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit

    Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit

    Let my man spit that Don shit

    Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit

    It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got

    Plus I bust glock, on pussies, I trust not

    They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone

    Bring the terror to your block

    Like the toughest nigga from jail home

    An' you dead gone when my squad come around

    We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown

    Comin' straight from Da Brick City

    Comin' straight from Da Brick City

    Comin' straight from Da Brick City

    Comin' straight from Da Brick City

    This is DJ Say What

    An' we're gonna blast y'all right now

    With the new cut by Redman, ?I Don't Kare?

    On W0 Fuck All Y'all Radio

    Комментарии
    Комментарии