Mathematics (Esta Loca) lyrics

by

Big Pun


[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah, roll that)
Uh-huh (The green sh*t)
We on the beach
Miami, this sh*t is mad nice out here (It's ninety degrees, n*gga)
My n*ggas keep hitting me on my cell phone in NY
I'm saying they bleeding out there, it's snowing out there right now
Yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Ayo, my family's half Latin King, half Godbody
Half Blood and half Neta, so, n*gga, wepa
It don't matter whatever you is
I sneeze in your food, 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 risky
Take a sh*t on y'all, then I spit on y'all
n*ggas gas like a fart, yo, wally my Clark
Rock the low sport, always show Latino support
My n*ggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami
Didn't even come home the whole winter
sh*t is cold in New York, God, kid, it snow hard
I'd rather be out of state, call me Chico DeBarge
On some other sh*t, nice and slow like the Usher sh*t
You make me wanna, uh-huh, just smother sh*t
PYP, n*gga, play your part
Or you can LFS, yo, leave from start
[Chorus]
Esta loca (Loca), yo, dame chocha (Chocha)
Yo, esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha)
Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha)
(Ay, papi, dámelo por favor)
(Ay, papi, dámelo por favor)
(Ay, papi)

[Verse 2]
Special guest appearance, my name hardly get the 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
I travel and pump while y'all just punk
In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood
You do what I thought while I do what you should
I got a chick everywhere while y'all f*ck local
b*tch I bumped years ago, heard her throat vocal
I ain't mad though, a n*gga like me get mad dough
When I stick with my fam 'cause you know how that go
Rock Armani Ex' with the Cartier specs
Lighten up, back to back with my tick 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 make a n*gga feel ill
I ain't had to sell crack since I had my deal
And that's some real sh*t, a n*gga just keeping it real
That's some real sh*t, a n*gga just keeping it real
[Chorus]
Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha)
Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha)
Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha)

[Outro]
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, motherf*cker
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