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Lyrics for Close Ya Doorz by Redman:



Artist:Redman
No album artwork found
Album:Doc's Da Name 2000
Track:Close Ya Doorz
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Views:87
 
Lyrics:featuring Roz Tame One Young Z Diezzel Don Gov Matic

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out
Introducing the international
Worldwide Brick City


[Roz]
To each his own I'ma have this known from the door
I make
niggaz 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'ma stay
that ripper
Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper

[Tame One]

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 niggaz with pump shotties
I know you love club music
nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a
short pass
And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass
You got mind
control over me like Devo 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
niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz
Comin straight from Da Brick City (2X)


[Young Z]
Yo, here I come
Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon Z!)
Your bitch
said aliens raped her and her four friends
But it was all or outs, 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

[Gov-Matic]
Yo, you
pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights
After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball
tonight
At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic
Raw underground, yo Don, tell
em what that dough like

[Diezzel Don]
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 niggaz tryin to cop from me
How many
pouns you want, how many pounds you need?
I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga

I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low key
That hustler from A.C.


[Gov-Matic]
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


[Chorus
 
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