Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cloze Ya Doorz , by - Redman. Release date: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cloze Ya Doorz , by - Redman. 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 |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) ft. DMX, Redman, Method Man | 2000 |
| Bricks Two ft. D-Don, Shooga Bear, Double O. | 2001 |
| Original Prankster ft. Redman | 2005 |
| Da Rockwilder ft. Method Man | 2014 |
| Bricks Two ft. Redman, Double O., Roz | 2001 |
| Iz He 4 Real | 1995 |
| Simon Says ft. Lady Luck, Method Man, Redman | 1999 |
| Go Hard | 2015 |
| Got My Mind Made Up ft. Daz Dillinger, Method Man, Redman | 1996 |
| Cisco Kid ft. Method Man, Cypress Hill, War | 2000 |
| Tonight's Da Night | 2014 |
| Groove ft. Redman | 2015 |
| Syrinx ft. Redman, Claude Debussy | 1998 |
| Lesson Learn'd ft. Inspectah Deck, Redman | 2017 |
| How High ft. Redman | 2014 |
| Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad ft. Rampage The Last Boy Scout, Jamal, Lord Have Mercy | 2007 |
| Part II ft. Redman | 2022 |
| People Say ft. Redman | 2017 |
| That's Where I B ft. DJ Kool | 2009 |
| Straight Gutta ft. Streetlife, Redman, Hanz On | 2015 |