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, yo