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