- Song Name: Cloze Ya Doorz
- Artist Name: Redman
- Album: Doc's Da Name 2000
- Songwriters: Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble
- Release Date: 1998.11.24
- Label: Def Jam
LYRICS FOR "Cloze Ya Doorz"
Yo
Yo
Introducin' the international
Worldwide
To each his own
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score games down the block
For me it's hip hop around the clock
Critical
You ain't know I'm nice girl
Like the Spice Girls
I'm untryable
Won't be held liable for givin' knots that's untieable
R O Z
Rap G
Straight from Newark
Don't play
In Da Bricks
Step back
Ghetto style
Tryin' to get cash out the ass like a stripper
Dub O
F*** takin' over cities
I was put here to crush CDs an' wreck tapes
Make a false move
Hell with this
I don't like to but I will resort to the glock
The whole camp is sick
It's like when you drown
Talkin' 'bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties
I know you a club music nigga but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz
An' if you incorrect
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 b**** ass in a headlock an' fall witchu
Yo niggaz
Comin' straight from Da Brick City
Yo niggaz
Comin' straight from Da Brick City
Your b**** said aliens raped her an' her four friends
But it was all the Outz
When I crack a brew
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 achy or a pound of shake
Y'all can open up wide an' suck this dick
None of y'all niggaz can't f*** with Bricks
While you scrubbin' dishes
F*****' women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches
We cop sixty-three nigs
One from every spot
We got spots
While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
Plus your main honey loved us
Slip her some bomba
Yo
After we brawl an' fight
At shows we so tight
Raw underground
D
My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes an' stay shittin' it
Check my shine
V
Got b****** trickin'
Got police
How many pounds you want
I cultivate every block I go an' drop seeds
I grow trees
That hustler from A
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 s***
Gov-Matic spit that s*** that's toxic
It's that hot s*** like Busta Bust got
Plus I bust glock
They get blown
Bring the terror to your block
Like the toughest nigga from jail home
An' you dead gone when my squad come around
We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown
Comin' straight from Da Brick City
Comin' straight from Da Brick City
Comin' straight from Da Brick City
Comin' straight from Da Brick City
This is DJ Say What
An' we're gonna blast y'all right now
With the new cut by Redman
On W0 F*** All Y'all Radio
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