Esta Loca (mathematics) Lyrics - N.o.r.e. - 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