Verse One:
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Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody
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Half blood and half leppa?
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So nigga weppa?
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It don't matter whatever you is
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I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude
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I'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops
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My moms black, most people call me a mutt
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Yo, they always said my first words was what what
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And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky
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Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy
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Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all
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Niggas gas like a fuck, while in my car
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Rock the low sport, always show Latino support
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My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami
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And even come home the whole winter
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Shit is cold in New York, God
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Kid, it snow hard
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I rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge
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On some other shit
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Nice and Slow like the Usher shit
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You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit
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PYP, nigga, play your part
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Or you can LFS, yo leave from start
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Chorus:
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Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
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Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
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Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)
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[woman] Damelo Papi por favor
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Verse Two:
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Special guest appearance
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My name hardly gets clearance
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Only family will have no interference
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Or intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection
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From in-state to out of state, we still eat great
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And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk
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And I travel and pump, while y'all just punk
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In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood
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You do what I thought, why do what you should
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I got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local
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Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal
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I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough
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When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go
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Rock Armani X, with the Gautier specs
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Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex
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Yo, that's the issue
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I'm on the beats now, official
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Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol
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I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill
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I ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal
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And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
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That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
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Chorus:
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Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
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Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
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Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)
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Closing:
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Now you can get with this, or you can get with that
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You can get with this, or you can get with that
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You can get with this, or you can get with that
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I say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers
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Esta Loca (Mathematics)
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Noreaga |