Redman - Close Ya Doorz Lyrics
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it outIntroducing, the internationalWorldwide, brick city[roz]To each his own, ima have this known from the doorI make niggaz walk like ball fourYall score game down the block, for me its hip-hopAround the clock, critical Im bound to drop (stop)You aint know Im nice girl, youse a wannabeLike the spice girls, you betta think twice girlIm untry-able, undeniableWont be held liable for givin knots thats untie-ableR-o-z, recognize my nameRap g.i. jane rockin colorful wide framesStraight from newark we brick layers, na na slayersDont play I coach and pick playersIn da bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolenStep back Im holdin, *****es be rollinGhetto style, ima stay that ripperTryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper[tame one]Dub o, Im down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda***** takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and betterI was put here to crush cds and wreck tapesMake a false move, I put this whole *****in planet in checkmateHell with this, we takin over the spotI dont like to, but I will resort to the glockThe whole camp is sick, you cant do nuttin but like itIts like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight itTalkin bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shottiesI know you love club music nigga, but you aint got a jack in your bodyYou fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a short passAnd if you incorrect, ima diamond cut your bastard assYou got mind control over me like devo but you aint my friendCause when Im around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin againBut we gonna do it how you want cause Im widdit to brawl with youNow what if I put your ***** ass in a headlock and fall witchuYo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorzComin straight from da brick city (2x)[young z]Yo, here I comeYo, yeah, yo yeah (cmon z!)Your ***** said aliens raped her and her four friendsBut it was all or outs, we dressed up as martiansWhen i, crack a brew its nuttin else Id rather doHop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle youYour style get ate like italian steakThen I get red to sell you achey or a pound of shakeYall can open up wide and suck this dickNone of yall niggaz cant ***** with bricksWhile you scrubbin dishes, we puffin swishers*****in women ends up in the benz trunk with switchesWe cop sixty-three nigsOne from every spot, blunts be mystery mixWe got, spots, all my niggaz stay in bricksWhile yall stash clips in bags of bar-b-q potato chipsPlus your main honey loved usSlip her some bom-ba shell ***** twenty of us[gov-matic]Yo, you pack that little ass gun like harlem nightsAfter we brawl and fight, yo ***** ima ball tonightAt shows we so tight we flow like its one micRaw underground, yo don, tell em what that dough like[diezzel don]D. don, I gets mine, and stay gettin itMy thug mindll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin itCheck my shine, iced out platinum like your pendantV.i.p. ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendinGot *****es trickin tryin to get with meGot police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from meHow many pouns you want, how many pounds you need?I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds niggaI grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low keyThat hustler from a.c.[gov-matic]Im steady shittin on hoes, grand royal like the green eyed banditJump straight in the lex offa new jersey transitLet my man spit that don shitGov-matic spit that shit thats toxic, I rock shitIts that hot shit like busta bust gotPlus I bust glock, on pussies I trust notThey get blown, burned like minutes on cell phoneBring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail homeAnd you dead gone when my squad come aroundWe hella illa from isabella to downtown[chorus]
