Lyrics:
her for some time
I thought that I might go on by
When your memory came floodin' in
And you closed that door
[CHORUS:]
Wish I was a freight train baby
the world go round
So I'ma kick in the door
With the Mac 10, or the lone 44
Screaming give me the dough back nigga
Please, don't ask no questions
This
you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a n****, behind closed doors
But look here, dog, a ho once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you,
out - special delivery
I want that i need that
I want that come give it to me
My eyes is sore, being a senator
Behind closed doors hitting truth
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
size they grow in wealth
No fucking honesty
Line the pockets
Make them rich
As they laugh at us
Behind closed doors
Line the pockets
Make them rich
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
deep within
Where does your body begin?
The stars are hidden by a mirrored sky
And darkness disappears behind
Reflected light
Perception is a distance
when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is
wait for any sign
Forget my name
I tried to close my eyes
And forget about your constant lies
But my wound bleeds day by day
And my door's closed for
(Come out of your darkness)
Get up, alarm clock, lip gloss, what a shock!
Get dressed, front door, more stress what for?
Trapped in your world
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
Smith, come get some!
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol
Behind closed doors, power takes its toll,
In the maze of secrets, who controls our soul?
Plans laid in the shadows, whispers in the night,
Truth twisted,
I have to try it anyway
Maybe I won't be back, maybe I'll stay
Just remember me one day
Walk through the door once closed inside me
Blackened by
alone behind closed doors
You left me forever wanting more
Now I'm alone behind closed doors
Now I'm out here traveling alone
Finding empty bars just
happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky chick fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin' and stackin' dough
I feel to keep it gangsta,
to be Melyssa Ford
But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen, but behind closed doors
She do whatever it take to get
Camera's rolling
Dues payed
Wether kneeling on the forest floor
Or chained up behind closed doors
She's squeezing titties for a drop more
Just go online for
pass by?
When reason dies behind closed doors
Face down in a cell in a pool of piss
It's time to fear what we should respect
It's time to question
Cause
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky b**** fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin
free your mind
I'll free your mind, I'll free your-
(Boys) behind closed doors and under stars
(Girls) it doesn't matter where you are
(Boys)
Hearing voices from behind closed doors
Don't you come around
Baby I'm not sure if I can fight this war
I don't want you to see me
When my demons are
Dress and depressed
World stops churning
Locked away
in a cell
Behind closed doors
fist clenched tight
Silence grows loud
Hooked induced
Feed my desire
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