Tytuł: Esta loca (Mathematics)

• Wykonawca: N.O.R.E.
• Wyświetleń: 249

  
   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