Esta Loca

Lyrics

Yeah, boy... Madd Rapper... Beatnuts... You know how we do... My nigga Rammbo, 1 Life 2 Live... Crazy Cat, boy [Chorus:] Esta Loca dale huevo Dame chocha, you dont get dinero Si te gusta, dirle huerpa Rub my pepe, I rub your teta [Verse 1: Madd Rapper] Yo, yo, yo, hey pretty mama, you look sweet I mean, you the mamacita I've been dying to meet Beautiful in a day in July and May Last summer at the Puerto Rican Day Parade I said, "¿Mida chica, que te pica? Tu me ore, toda vida" I kick it to her like a real thug should Bacardi Limon, hydro in a Backwood My name is Dot – you hot, boo, how you do? Like Ricky Ricardo, I hit them with the "Babalu" "Yo, yo, man, I'm on your Deric, boo, for real" Combination of Salma Hayek and Jennifer Lopez Ain't nothing like a Spanish chick, my friends say That loves head, Salsa, Merengue Mi favora con esta chocha Like Ricky Martin, livin' la vida loca [Chorus:] Esta Loca dale huevo Dame chocha, you dont get dinero Si te gusta, dirle huerpa Rub my pepe, I rub your teta [Verse 2: Psycho Les of The Beatnuts] I love a morena, or Latina Even a China or blanquita Or get pounded by the heavy gringa No need to turn this into Jerry Springer Start a big fight over Big Psych' We can all pit fight and get drunk tonight Baby, you want to hold hands and slow dance? Candle light romance? No chance I need a muchacha mala, even badder than Dawn Dominicana, Colombiana, let me do the honors, mami You know exactly lo que quiero I knew from the get-go that the honey was ghetto But she started screaming "Beatnuts, I'm a Brooklyn mode!l" She's a mackerel, Dot, I know her from Corona You can bone her, just show her some bread She's a paloma, cccccooooo, ccccccooooo [Chorus:] Esta Loca dale huevo Dame chocha, you dont get dinero Si te gusta, dirle huerpa Rub my pepe, I rub your teta