Loca - Zuse

I break a brick, I bag yo' bitch, I tell ya ho come over

All I know is coke so where the hell my baking soda?

Yeah, I got a Chevy with a exquisite motor

And they call me crazy cause I’m livin' la vida loca!

Loca, li-livin' la vida loca!

Loca, li-livin' la vida loca!

And they call me Tony cause I’m plugged up with Sosa

Skrr!

Skrr!

Skrr!

Skrr!

Livin' la vida loca!

All I whip is coca, whip it with the soda

Skrr!

Skrr!

Skrr!

Skrr!

Not Coca-Cola

Ferrari Testarossa, ride it, rollercoaster

Never leave the toaster if you fuck me over

All a mi tugs, dey my soldier, drive by in-a the Rover

Skrr!

Pull over, bullet, heat take you over

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Laugh like a joker, huh!

Speed off (skrr!) like mi supposed to, hey!

You ain’t talk no money, tell 'em callate la boca

Break a brick, I bag yo' bitch and fuck her on the sofa

Never leave my chopper and I always got my cobra

Nigga, you a pussy so I’mma call you a chocha

Play with these niggas like poker, skrr skrr in my 'Rosta

Doggin' ya ho like a Dober, never leave the super soaker

Ridin' on ya like a vulture, all my killers on payola

Double cuppin', no Crayola, all my niggas movin' Yoda

Loca!

(break a brick) Loca!

(bag yo' bitch)

Loca!

Livin' la vida loca!

Loca!

(break a brick) Loca!

Where my baking soda?

Livin' la vida loca!