Noreaga - Esta Loca Lyrics

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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

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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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