Close Ya Doorz Lyrics

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'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
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 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, niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz Comin' straight from da Brick City
Yo, niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz Comin' straight from da Brick City
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/close-ya-doorz-lyrics-redman.html ] 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 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 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
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
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.
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
Yo, niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz Comin' straight from Da Brick City