Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cloze Ya Doorz, artist - Redman.
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Cloze Ya Doorz |
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out |
Introducing, the international |
Worldwide, Brick City |
To each his own, I’mma have this known from the door |
I make niggas walk like ball four |
Y’all score game 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, youse a Wannabe |
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl |
I’m untry-able, undeniable |
Won’t be held liable for givin knots that’s untie-able |
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 and pick players |
In Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen |
Step back I’m holdin, bitches be rollin |
Ghetto style, I’mma 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 chedda |
Fuck takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and better |
I was put here to crush CD’s and 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 niggas with pump shotties |
I know you love club music nigga, but you ain’t got a jack in your body |
You fake ass niggas, gettin screened like a short pass |
And if you incorrect, I’mma 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 and fall witchu |
Yo niggas, shut your windows and close ya doorz |
Comin' straight from Da Brick City |
Yo, here I come |
Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon, Zee!) |
Your bitch said aliens raped her and 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 achey or a pound of shake |
Y’all can open up wide and suck this dick |
None of y’all niggas 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 niggas 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 bom-ba she’ll fuck twenty of us |
Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights |
After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I’mma 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, and stay gettin it |
My thug mind’ll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it |
Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant |
V.I.P. |
ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendin |
Got bitches trickin tryin to get with me |
Got police, flock niggas tryin to cop from me |
How many pounds you want; |
how many pounds you need? |
I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga |
I grow trees, niggas 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 |
And you dead gone when my squad come around |
We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown |