Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Closer, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga.
Date of issue: 16.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Closer |
Ask why. |
why it gotta be like this? |
kila bee rest in peace yo (killa bee |
Rest in peace) word up (word up)? |
prayers ain’t never end (prayer's ain’t |
Never end) |
«gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"-puff daddy 'makin'moves with puff' |
Noreaga: |
Yo i started out in iraq the wrong route |
More chickens to doubt more money to count |
Yo my swiss account with more cheese amount |
It’s still piling and still gettin’calls from the island |
Still do the things i do when i was wildin' |
Tryin’to go from penny loafers to mink sofas |
Spend a week with dime chickens asfreaks |
Body so bangin’i call they tits santy |
Singing: |
If you don’t know (if you don’t know) |
Knowlegde is what makes thugs grow |
Just stay on point cause you reep what you sew |
Noreaga: |
Ask chicks scream loud like car beats |
I wanna be under the seats in our streets |
Last year around the time this year |
If i would of got locked |
Yoi wouldn’t even get it but now i got this rap thing (what) |
No more hustlin’at age ten my team played to win |
Reach under the car seat nobody understandin' |
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle |
And once you get muscle nobody trust you |
Tryin’to be like goldy in the shaft days |
These lasts days comin’up |
Yo these little niggas comin’up |
Hear they’re gun talk ready to buck |
Not thinkin' |
Black on black crime yo it’s swine you’re both stinkin' |
Pretty ake yo stan to marley yo it’s poppie offically |
Arab natzi 2−5-2 we regluate this what |
Hook: |
Said i wanna be closer to this paper (get close) |
Ooooh get closer to these ends |
«gotta get the cash gotta get the doe» |
Closer to this paper get closer to this paper (hella dope baby) |
Get closer to these ends |
«gotta get the cash gotta get the doe» |
Noreaga: |
Yo i remember when we first did it Nobody with it Label said 2−5 is to thugged out (to thugged out) |
So although we had to but god wasn’t glad to Wait our turn to boiler now we burn |
On the daily done fuckin’in every telly |
We can fly just like r. |
kelly |
Them only secondary to the sun |
I think i gotta son but i ain’t sure |
What’s in store god there’s more |
Shortie says she came by knockin’at my door |
Could it be tryin’to be what i can be Islam me 2−5 my army |
Said she about to have my seed |
Soon to be it shocked me Thinkin’bout a little me Eternally i bleed thinkin’of seed yo at high speed |
I multiply with weed |
Now i slow my life down i got time to breath |
What |
Hook |