Esta Loca mathematics Lyrics by Noreaga

Esta Loca mathematics Lyrics

    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

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