Method Man - Mi Casa Songtexte

Redman:

Whatcu crazy??!!?

Since a buck tooth baby,

Doc is like straight fuck you, pay me like Jay-Z

Lazy Niggas complain

Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin' game like

Acclaim

Those who you call dogs'll rat your name

Those who say they love you, attack your change

That's why I fold down 4 fingers

Say fuck the world and jimmy da earth out with coat

hangers

Rap game n street game don't sleep

Its a cold world betta pack yer own heat

Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"

Then the hash and the cat and a bag's on me

Yeah Right!!

My bear hugz air tight

New Yorkerz know no turnin' on a redlight

Me against 40 of you? A fair fight

Microphones get took you shook? Wear white!



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You don't got no ins in Mi Casa

And it's your stopper, Meth Tical Man and Funk Docta



You don't got no ins in Mi Casa

Bomb Droppa blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?



You don't got no ins in Mi Casa

Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotta



You don't got no ins in Mi Casa

I'm warnin' you partna Meth Tical Man and Funk Docta



Method Man:

Every time I turn around somebody in my business

Time for you to testify, can I get a witness?

Actin' like bitch's

Dirty Dick niggas look suspicous

Ain't physically fit for the fitness

Welcome to the game of death

Polly wanna biscut?

First prize a one way ticket to my shit list

And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness

Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet

Can I slap a fat ass with da quickness?

Stupid ass niggas goin' raw and get da sickness

Comin' through son, mutha fuck you and your district

Misrepresentin', misinterpretin' and they misfit

Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless

And I'm like a plumber layin' pipe up in yo misses

No man can hold me, nor can control me

Next time you see me, holla like you know me!



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