Текст песни Capone-N-Noreaga - Closer
Capone-N-Noreaga - Closer слова песни
Intro:Word up word up always look in the yo. (Yeah I always did that too yo). Andask why. Why it gotta be like this? Kila Bee rest in peace yo (Killa Beerest in peace) Word up (word up) ? Prayers ain`t never end (prayer`s ain`tnever end) "Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" -Puff Daddy `Makin` Moves With Puff`Noreaga:Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong routeMore chickens to doubt more money to count Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amountIt`s still piling and still gettin` calls from the islandStill do the things I do when I was wildin`Tryin` to go from penny loafers to mink sofasSpend a week with dime chickens asfreaksBody so bangin` I call they tits SantySinging:If you don`t know (if you don`t know)Knowlegde is what makes thugs growJust stay on point cause you reep what you sewNoreaga:Ask chicks scream loud like car beatsI wanna be under the seats in our streetsLast year around the time this yearIf I would of got lockedYoI wouldn`t even get it but now I got this rap thing (what)No more hustlin` at age ten my team played to winReach under the car seat nobody understandin`Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustleAnd once you get muscle nobody trust youTryin` to be like Goldy in the Shaft daysThese lasts days comin` upYo these little niggas comin` upHear they`re gun talk ready to buckNot thinkin` Black on black crime yo it`s swine you`re both stinkin`Pretty Ake yo Stan to Marley yo it`s poppie officallyArab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this whatHook:Said I wanna be closer to this paper (get close)Ooooh get closer to these ends "Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"Closer to this paper get closer to this paper (hella dope baby)Get closer to these ends"Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"Noreaga:Yo I remember when we first did itNobody with itLabel said 2-5 is to thugged out (to thugged out)So although we had to but God wasn`t glad toWait our turn to boiler now we burnOn the daily done fuckin` in every tellyWe can Fly just like R.KellyThem only secondary to the sunI think I gotta son but I ain`t sureWhat`s in store God there`s moreShortie says she came by knockin` at my doorCould it be tryin` to be what I can beIslam me 2-5 my armySaid she about to have my seedSoon to be it shocked meThinkin` bout a little meEternally I bleed thinkin` of seed yo at high speedI multiply with weedNow I slow my life down I got time to breath WhatHook