Noreaga

Noreaga - Esta Loca Mathematics lyrics

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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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Language: English

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