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Cloze Ya Doorz - текст песни



Cloze Ya Doorz


(feat. 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 k Nots 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 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 [x2]




[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 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




[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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