Esa Loca Lyrics

Esa Loca Lyrics

Do you remember Tony from Capicu?

And carribean chicks be like papi chu

All you haters out there can't stop me dude

I got niggas out there dem shotta yute

Y'all not ready for R-R-O y'all not ready for Se-an-Paul

Y'all not ready for Tony Toca

Ladies, esa loca

Ay yo good lookin, from DR to Brooklyn

Puerto Rico to Montego do it for my people

Loca aka Mr. suavito

Do what I do like I'm doin it for me though

Rep for my bredrin that's without question

Pull out the weopen incase they start flexin

T Touch he bust so stop guessin

I reel up now wheel it up in a session

Rudeboy selecta yeah I'm a get'cha

I'm nice under pressure write a quick lecture

Sean Paul nothin but love soon as I met ya

So let's do this and show 'em who the rudest

You must be kiddin me, gettin rid of me

Guns'll blast them boys from Tivoli

Or Rema and Jungle where all the killers be

Even in Italy they still consider me

One of the dopest that's cause I lasted

The rest is all hopeless nothin but asses

I'm so focused yet I'm so blasted

(Sean Paul: Dutty Yeah!)

And I'm out son big up all the masses

Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race case

Gwaan stop di progress and a gwaan embrace this

A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist

Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste

Well I don't need a lawyer cause there won't be a case

Forget what you see now your life is at get replaced

I'm di dappa Dutty don inna di biz

I'm about to show you what respect really is

Punk yah nuh nuttin, yo I know you really think your clever

But you caan stop di style dem never

Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi whatever

Yo, tell mi if yuh heard of mi ever, dem call mi

Du-Dutty Loca

To-Tony Toca

Man a gyallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist

Unuh listen out, esa loca

Du-Dutty Loca

To-Tony Toca

Man a gyallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist

Unuh listen out, esa loca

Yeah-yeah, yo, it's the Sosa of rap, Dominicans stand up

Kingston, Jamaica, put your hands up

San Juan, Puerto Rico, I got my man touch

My nigga Sean Paul big up, big up

It's that R.O, B.B

In Jamaica we smoke kiki, kiki

Ladies, we got freaky, freaky

I dropped out of school, teach me, teach me

You touch my man Tony, guns'll blow

And after the party, it's straight to the moe

My nigga Sean Paul still got the flow

You remember, just gimme the light and pass the dro

R.O.B.B. I got my see through straw may we blend up

Weh all who know see through dat a mi high grade friend up

Man a store quality we all a smoke to di end

Wid mi pal upon mi pen up it a inspire mi head up

But some bwoy waan disturb man med up

Just through di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up

When dem diss mi fi try get mi fed up

R.O.B.B. waan fi rise up di led up

Tony Toca waan fi get dem place bled up

Friends and family dem start get shred up

Just through dem nah hear di words weh mi said up

Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi

Du-Dutty Loca

To-Tony Toca

Man a gyallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist

Unuh listen out, esa loca

Du-Dutty Loca

To-Tony Toca

Man a gyallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist

Unuh listen out, esa loca

Yeah, easy R.O.B.B. straight out of Jersey yuh dun know Tony Toca

A Dutty Yo, esa loca