Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N Da Closet, artist - Coolio. Date of issue: 18.07.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
N Da Closet |
| 5:30 in the morning and I haven’t been to sleep |
| A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet |
| Ten dollars in my pocket and now I’m on the creep |
| To the double-up spot cos the shit is comin cheap |
| It’s 1984 and the rocks is all fat |
| Southern California, LA is where it’s at |
| I’m smokin like a motherfuckin choo-choo train |
| Big cocaine inside my brain, aah |
| But nobody knows that I’m on the hype |
| Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe |
| Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin |
| No bitches, no friends, no ends to spend |
| I’m stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap |
| And I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat |
| I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it |
| But I can’t cos I’m locked 'n da closet |
| Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life |
| Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life |
| Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life |
| Listen homey |
| No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to… |
| Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to |
| I still get props in the hood when I stroll by |
| Cos niggas don’t know that I’m smokin like Popeye |
| Mama’s in the kitchen cookin rice |
| Daddy’s in the pen doin life |
| Sister gotta husband, she’s a wife |
| And I’m in the backyard hittin the pipe |
| It’s been three or four months since I started usin |
| It’s a uphill battle and now I know I’m losin |
| I go to the spots where my face ain’t familiar |
| And I cook here jack cos I don’t know these niggas |
| I’m livin like a peasant and it ain’t pleasant |
| I think I need to change my direction |
| I got the five dollar piece now I’m all in the carpet |
| In the dark cos I’m locked 'n da closet |
| Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell |
| Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell |
| Do me a favor, open the door and let em have it |
| Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| One year done passed and now I’m lookin dusty |
| Disgusted because my own mama don’t trust me |
| My sister’s on the trip cos she knows I’m on the hit |
| And I can’t take this shit |
| There’s a rumour goin round that I’m puffin heavily |
| And my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G |
| I guess they figured out that I broke in they house |
| And stole all they shit while they was out |
| My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam |
| And Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne |
| Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke |
| Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute |
| But before I lost my respect |
| I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT! |
| Now I’m back to life, yeah I’m back to reality |
| Ain’t no side effects or technicalities |
| There’s one thing about it when your life is fucked |
| At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah |
| No more cocaine bitches |
| I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges |
| I’m out the closet *screaming* |
| Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell |
| Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell |
| Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it |
| Let em have it |
| Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell |
| Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell |
| Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it |
| Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah |