Noreaga

Esta Loca (Mathematics)

Noreaga


Verse One: 
Ay yo my family half black and half godbody 
Half blood and half leppa? 
So nigga weppa? 
It don't matter whatever you is 
I sneeze in your food (achoo) show you I'm rude 
I'm half Puerto Rock what Puerto Rican my pops 
My moms black most people call me a mutt 
Yo they always said my first words was what what 
And it stuck with me like my fingers stay sticky 
Shifty lowdown greedy and rissy 
Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all 
Niggas gas like a fuck, while in my car 
Rock the low sport, always show Latino support 
My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami 
And even come home the whole winter 
Shit is cold in New York, God 
Kid, it snow hard 
I rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge 
On some other shit 
Nice and Slow like the Usher shit 
You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit 
PYP, nigga, play your part 
Or you can LFS, yo leave from start 

Chorus: 

Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha) 
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha) 
Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha) 
[woman] Damelo Papi por favor 

Verse Two: 

Special guest appearance 
My name hardly gets clearance 
Only family will have no interference 
Or intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection 
From in-state to out of state, we still eat great 
And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk 
And I travel and pump, while y'all just punk 
In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood 
You do what I thought, why do what you should 
I got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local 
Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal 
I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough 
When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go 
Rock Armani X, with the Gautier specs 
Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex 
Yo, that's the issue 
I'm on the beats now, official 
Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol 
I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill 
I ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal 
And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real 
That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real 

Chorus: 

Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha) 
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha) 
Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha) 

Closing: 

Now you can get with this, or you can get with that 
You can get with this, or you can get with that 
You can get with this, or you can get with that 
I say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers