[{"id":10568067,"name":"Mathematics (Esta loca)","trackName":"Mathematics (Esta loca)","artistName":"N.O.R.E.","albumName":"N.O.R.E.","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One:]\nAy yo, my family, half black and half godbody\nHalf blood and half leppa?\nSo nigga weppa?\nIt don't matter whatever you is\nI sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude\nI'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops\nMy moms black, most people call me a mutt\nYo, they always said my first words was what what\nAnd it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky\nShifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy\nTake a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all\nNiggas gas like a fuck, while in my car\nRock the low sport, always show Latino support\nMy niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami\nAnd even come home the whole winter\nShit is cold in New York, God\nKid, it snow hard\nI rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge\nOn some other shit\nNice and Slow like the Usher shit\nYou make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit\nPYP, nigga, play your part\nOr you can LFS, yo leave from start\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n[woman] Damelo Papi por favor\n\n[Verse Two:]\n\nSpecial guest appearance\nMy name hardly gets clearance\nOnly family will have no interference\nOr intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection\nFrom in-state to out of state, we still eat great\nAnd you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk\nAnd I travel and pump, while y'all just punk\nIn your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood\nYou do what I thought, why do what you should\nI got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local\nBitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal\nI ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough\nWhen I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go\nRock Armani X, with the Gautier specs\nLighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex\nYo, that's the issue\nI'm on the beats now, official\nPlaying volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol\nI like money, money makes a nigga feel ill\nI ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal\nAnd that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\nThat's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n\n[Closing:]\n\nNow you can get with this, or you can get with that\nYou can get with this, or you can get with that\nYou can get with this, or you can get with that\nI say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mathematics (Esta loca)\n  artist: N.O.R.E.\n  album: N.O.R.E.\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One:]\n  Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody\n  Half blood and half leppa?\n  So nigga weppa?\n  It don't matter whatever you is\n  I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude\n  I'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops\n  My moms black, most people call me a mutt\n  Yo, they always said my first words was what what\n  And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky\n  Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy\n  Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all\n  Niggas gas like a fuck, while in my car\n  Rock the low sport, always show Latino support\n  My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami\n  And even come home the whole winter\n  Shit is cold in New York, God\n  Kid, it snow hard\n  I rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge\n  On some other shit\n  Nice and Slow like the Usher shit\n  You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit\n  PYP, nigga, play your part\n  Or you can LFS, yo leave from start\n\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  [woman] Damelo Papi por favor\n\n  [Verse Two:]\n\n  Special guest appearance\n  My name hardly gets clearance\n  Only family will have no interference\n  Or intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection\n  From in-state to out of state, we still eat great\n  And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk\n  And I travel and pump, while y'all just punk\n  In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood\n  You do what I thought, why do what you should\n  I got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local\n  Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal\n  I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough\n  When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go\n  Rock Armani X, with the Gautier specs\n  Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex\n  Yo, that's the issue\n  I'm on the beats now, official\n  Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol\n  I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill\n  I ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal\n  And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n  That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n\n  [Closing:]\n\n  Now you can get with this, or you can get with that\n  You can get with this, or you can get with that\n  You can get with this, or you can get with that\n  I say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers\n"},{"id":9512122,"name":"Mathematics (Esta Loca)","trackName":"Mathematics (Esta Loca)","artistName":"Noreaga","albumName":"N.O.R.E","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One:]\nAy yo, my family, half black and half godbody\nHalf blood and half leppa?\nSo nigga weppa?\nIt don't matter whatever you is\nI sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude\nI'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops\nMy moms black, most people call me a mutt\nYo, they always said my first words was what what\nAnd it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky\nShifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy\nTake a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all\nNiggas gas like a fuck, while in my car\nRock the low sport, always show Latino support\nMy niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami\nAnd even come home the whole winter\nShit is cold in New York, God\nKid, it snow hard\nI rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge\nOn some other shit\nNice and Slow like the Usher shit\nYou make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit\nPYP, nigga, play your part\nOr you can LFS, yo leave from start\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n[woman] Damelo Papi por favor\n\n[Verse Two:]\n\nSpecial guest appearance\nMy name hardly gets clearance\nOnly family will have no interference\nOr intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection\nFrom in-state to out of state, we still eat great\nAnd you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk\nAnd I travel and pump, while y'all just punk\nIn your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood\nYou do what I thought, why do what you should\nI got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local\nBitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal\nI ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough\nWhen I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go\nRock Armani X, with the Gautier specs\nLighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex\nYo, that's the issue\nI'm on the beats now, official\nPlaying volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol\nI like money, money makes a nigga feel ill\nI ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal\nAnd that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\nThat's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n\n[Closing:]\n\nNow you can get with this, or you can get with that\nYou can get with this, or you can get with that\nYou can get with this, or you can get with that\nI say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mathematics (Esta Loca)\n  artist: Noreaga\n  album: N.O.R.E\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One:]\n  Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody\n  Half blood and half leppa?\n  So nigga weppa?\n  It don't matter whatever you is\n  I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude\n  I'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops\n  My moms black, most people call me a mutt\n  Yo, they always said my first words was what what\n  And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky\n  Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy\n  Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all\n  Niggas gas like a fuck, while in my car\n  Rock the low sport, always show Latino support\n  My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami\n  And even come home the whole winter\n  Shit is cold in New York, God\n  Kid, it snow hard\n  I rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge\n  On some other shit\n  Nice and Slow like the Usher shit\n  You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit\n  PYP, nigga, play your part\n  Or you can LFS, yo leave from start\n\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  [woman] Damelo Papi por favor\n\n  [Verse Two:]\n\n  Special guest appearance\n  My name hardly gets clearance\n  Only family will have no interference\n  Or intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection\n  From in-state to out of state, we still eat great\n  And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk\n  And I travel and pump, while y'all just punk\n  In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood\n  You do what I thought, why do what you should\n  I got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local\n  Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal\n  I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough\n  When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go\n  Rock Armani X, with the Gautier specs\n  Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex\n  Yo, that's the issue\n  I'm on the beats now, official\n  Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol\n  I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill\n  I ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal\n  And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n  That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n\n  [Closing:]\n\n  Now you can get with this, or you can get with that\n  You can get with this, or you can get with that\n  You can get with this, or you can get with that\n  I say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers\n"},{"id":16657369,"name":"The Mathematics (Esta Loca)","trackName":"The Mathematics (Esta Loca)","artistName":"Noreaga","albumName":"N.O.R.E.","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One:]\nAy yo, my family, half black and half godbody\nHalf blood and half leppa?\nSo nigga weppa?\nIt don't matter whatever you is\nI sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude\nI'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops\nMy moms black, most people call me a mutt\nYo, they always said my first words was what what\nAnd it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky\nShifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy\nTake a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all\nNiggas gas like a fuck, while in my car\nRock the low sport, always show Latino support\nMy niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami\nAnd even come home the whole winter\nShit is cold in New York, God\nKid, it snow hard\nI rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge\nOn some other shit\nNice and Slow like the Usher shit\nYou make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit\nPYP, nigga, play your part\nOr you can LFS, yo leave from start\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n[woman] Damelo Papi por favor\n\n[Verse Two:]\n\nSpecial guest appearance\nMy name hardly gets clearance\nOnly family will have no interference\nOr intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection\nFrom in-state to out of state, we still eat great\nAnd you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk\nAnd I travel and pump, while y'all just punk\nIn your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood\nYou do what I thought, why do what you should\nI got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local\nBitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal\nI ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough\nWhen I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go\nRock Armani X, with the Gautier specs\nLighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex\nYo, that's the issue\nI'm on the beats now, official\nPlaying volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol\nI like money, money makes a nigga feel ill\nI ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal\nAnd that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\nThat's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\nEsta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n\n[Closing:]\n\nNow you can get with this, or you can get with that\nYou can get with this, or you can get with that\nYou can get with this, or you can get with that\nI say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mathematics (Esta Loca)\n  artist: Noreaga\n  album: N.O.R.E.\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One:]\n  Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody\n  Half blood and half leppa?\n  So nigga weppa?\n  It don't matter whatever you is\n  I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I'm rude\n  I'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops\n  My moms black, most people call me a mutt\n  Yo, they always said my first words was what what\n  And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky\n  Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy\n  Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all\n  Niggas gas like a fuck, while in my car\n  Rock the low sport, always show Latino support\n  My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami\n  And even come home the whole winter\n  Shit is cold in New York, God\n  Kid, it snow hard\n  I rather be out of state call me Chico DeBarge\n  On some other shit\n  Nice and Slow like the Usher shit\n  You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit\n  PYP, nigga, play your part\n  Or you can LFS, yo leave from start\n\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Dame chocha (chocha)\n  [woman] Damelo Papi por favor\n\n  [Verse Two:]\n\n  Special guest appearance\n  My name hardly gets clearance\n  Only family will have no interference\n  Or intersection, it's like a Thugged Out connection\n  From in-state to out of state, we still eat great\n  And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk\n  And I travel and pump, while y'all just punk\n  In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood\n  You do what I thought, why do what you should\n  I got a chick everywhere, while y'all fuck local\n  Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal\n  I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough\n  When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go\n  Rock Armani X, with the Gautier specs\n  Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my Lex\n  Yo, that's the issue\n  I'm on the beats now, official\n  Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol\n  I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill\n  I ain't had to sell crack, since I had my deal\n  And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n  That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real\n\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n  Esta Loca (Loca), Da me chocha (chocha)\n\n  [Closing:]\n\n  Now you can get with this, or you can get with that\n  You can get with this, or you can get with that\n  You can get with this, or you can get with that\n  I say you get with this, cause this is Iraq, Iraq motherfuckers\n"}]