Coolio

Coolio - N Da Closet

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A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet
 Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep
 to the double up spot cos the shit is comin cheap
 It's 1984 and the rocks is all fat
 Southern California  LA is where it's at
 I'm smokin like a motherfuckin choo choo train
 Big cocaine inside my brain  aah
 But nobody knows that I'm on the hype
 Use to be in CREAM  well now I hit the pipe
 Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin
 No bitches, no friends, no ends to spend
 I'm stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap
 and I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat
 I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it
 but I can't cos I'm locked 'n da closet
 Bridge:
 Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
 Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
 Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
 Listen homey
 No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to...
 Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to
 I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
 Cos niggas don't know that I'm smokin like Popeye
 Mama's in the kitchen cookin rice
 Daddy's in the pen doin life
 Sister gotta husband, she's a wife
 And I'm in the backyard hittin the pipe
 It's been three or four months since I started usin
 It's a uphill battle and now I know I'm losin
 I go to the spots where my face ain't familiar
 and I cook here jack cos I don't know these niggas
 I'm livin like a peasant and it ain't pleasant
 I think I need to change my direction
 I got the five dollar piece now I'm all in the carpet
 in the dark cos I'm locked 'n da closet
 Chorus:
 Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
 Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
 Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
 Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
 One year done passed and now I'm lookin dusty
 Disgusted because my own mama don't trust me
 My sister's on the trip cos she knows I'm on the hit
 And I can't take this shit
 There's a rumour goin round that I'm puffin heavily
 and my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G
 I guess they figured out that I broke in they house
 and stole all they shit while they was out
 My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam
 and Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne
 Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke
 Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute
 But before I lost my respect
 I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT!
 Now I'm back to life, yeah I'm back to reality
 Ain't no side effects or technicalities
 There's one thing about it when your life is fucked
 At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah
 No more cocaine bitches
 I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges
 I'm out the closet *screaming*
 Chorus:
 Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
 Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
 Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
 let em have it
 Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
 Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
 Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
 Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Author: Artis Ivey, Frank Wilson, James Nyx, Kathy Wakefield, Marvin Gaye

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: It Takes a Thief (1994)

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