Mi Casa
Whatchu crazy
Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z
Lazzy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin game like Acclaim
Those who you call Doggs rat your name
Those who say they love you attack your change
That's why I fold down four fingers
Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth out with Coat hangers
Rap game and street game don't sleep
It's a cold world betta pack your own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah right! My bear hugz air tight
New Yorkers no no turnin' on a redlight
Me against forty of you? A fair fight
Microphones get took you shook wear white
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And it's your stopper meth tical man and funk docta)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotter)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you partna meth tical man and funk docta)
Every time I turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify can I get a witness
Actin' like bitches
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 rumour 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' abroad nigga get tha syphilis
Comin' through son I'mma fuck you and your district
Misrepresentin' misinterpretin' and des misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus you're dickless
And I'm like a plumber layin' pipe up in your missus
No man can hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me, holla like you know me!
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And it's your stopper meth tical man and funk docta)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotter)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you partna meth tical man and funk docta)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And it's your stopper)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you partna)
Docta
Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z
Lazzy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin game like Acclaim
Those who you call Doggs rat your name
Those who say they love you attack your change
That's why I fold down four fingers
Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth out with Coat hangers
Rap game and street game don't sleep
It's a cold world betta pack your own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah right! My bear hugz air tight
New Yorkers no no turnin' on a redlight
Me against forty of you? A fair fight
Microphones get took you shook wear white
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And it's your stopper meth tical man and funk docta)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotter)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you partna meth tical man and funk docta)
Every time I turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify can I get a witness
Actin' like bitches
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 rumour 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' abroad nigga get tha syphilis
Comin' through son I'mma fuck you and your district
Misrepresentin' misinterpretin' and des misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus you're dickless
And I'm like a plumber layin' pipe up in your missus
No man can hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me, holla like you know me!
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And it's your stopper meth tical man and funk docta)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotter)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you partna meth tical man and funk docta)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And it's your stopper)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you partna)
Docta
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Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Reggie Noble, Erick S. Sermon
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