Ceeingee - Come Closer lyrics

[Verse One] The only way out is d**h Me from this path We goin to representin with ya! That's my law, but still you never saw Cause I be bullsh**tin' on the radio, kickin ya'll And how you sayin' b**hes p**y chicken finger lickin' And you considered L.D. for the part when ya trippin' Before I came God prepared his heart Hesitation tried to loan it, tried to bone ya from the start We was closer, later on you was supposed to I tell you straight up and down too Then decided to meet downtown I reek of bad flesh Tripping over something not fresh What's this on your chest? And we don't give a f** in the west Motherf**er tried him out bit the f**in dust Is it your peoples all you really trust But I'm addicted to the cannabis You best believe you'll pay for this Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread Boom bye, bye in a rude boy head Cats drop, my favorite hobby is robbery Skin like you bathing in caramel and strawberry [Hook] I told tha b**h that I needed to talk to her She said no and stepped back and I said I'll hit ya If you don't come closer [Verse Two] Beep me if you wanna get freaky It ain't about me, so I ain't being greedy Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all n***as got caught So any n***a that you sin, he'd better come right You blowin' my mind, like the purple kush, high Get the f** off yo, you're pissing me off guy I Ain't argugin and I ain't talkin sh** out Here is my handle here is my spout Yeah, I don't wanna be a burden to y'all It's Ce, no doubt, we the ones to call When I act like it's love, and I know it ain't You wanna paint a perfect picture but ain't got no paint Faint to the smell, what the hell, may as well be a f**er Be a trucker and be a holla I'mma playa, mutha f**in' digga, ain't a gold one tho As b**hes don't get my flow, stump ya like an elephant yo [Hook] I told tha b**h that I needed to talk to her She said no and stepped back and I said I'll hit ya If you don't come closer [Verse Three] Riding it slow, while you moaning low I'm the boy that got dough Same racism, profilin each of us all But, if y'all wanna brawl, better call Paul Mall Glocks and AK's, grenades and tech nines Break her a** down with some crucial lines You see me standin outside of your buildin' screamin' Honkies walk the way you walk, the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin' Don't need to be up on calculus to calculate the math Homie, have you ever seen the face of d**h And if its money on the block If my hood could talk And the fire escape That she got a little shape Yeah man, that dude's aright Elevate, manifest light The final countdown, 2012 The whole Roc-A-Fella shut down! To all the young males living in hell Three motherf**in' strikes, twenty five with an L Freestyled to house music non-stop for 20 minutes Damn God, yo when you get my message God Livewires, we love going against the odd I'd concentrate deeply on controllin' abroad [Hook] I told tha b**h that I needed to talk to her She said no and stepped back and I said I'll hit ya If you don't come closer