Esa Loca (feat. Tony Touch and R.O.B.B.)

Yeah, you remember Tony from Capicú?

And Caribbean chicks be like, "Papi chu'!"

All you haters out there can't stop me, dude

I got **** out there, dem shotta youth

Y'all not ready for RRO

Y'all not ready for Sean Paul

Y'all not ready for Tony Toca

Ladies ¡esa loca!

One, one, check it out, one, yo, yo

Aye yo, good lookin', from DR to Brooklyn

Puerto Rico to Montego

Do it for the people

Loca a.k.a. Mister Suavito

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

Rep for my bredrin, that's without question

Pull out the weapon in case they start flexin'

T Touch, he bust, so stop guessin'

I re'd up now we lit up in a session

Rudeboy selecta, yeah, I'm a getcha

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 like them boys in Tivoli

Or Rema and Jungle where all them 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 (Dutty)

I'm out, son, big up all the masses

Tell dem I'm the fiercest and a guy can try ah risk this

For stop mi progress mi gwan embrace this

A old Wesson magnum mi have ah hitch up on mi waist

Tell me 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 get replaced

I'm the dapper dutty don inna the biz

I'm about to show you what respect really is

Punk ya know nuttin'

I know you really think your clever

But you can't stop mi style, damn never

Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi whatever

Yo, tell me if yuh heard of me ever

Dem call me

Du-Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca

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

Uno listen out ¡esa loca!

Du-Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca

Man a gyallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist

Uno listen out ¡esa loca!

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, ****, Sean Paul, big up, big up

It's that R dot O B dot 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 M.O.E.

My **** 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

All uno know see true that have me high-grade flame up

Man have store quality, we all ah smoke to the end up

With me pal upon me pen up, it a inspire me head up

When some bwoy wan disturb, man med up

Just through di money weh me spend up

Dem high go get red up

When dem diss me fi try get me fed up

R.O.B.B. wan fi rise up the lead up

Tony Toca wan fi get dem place bled up

Friends and family dem start get shred up

Just through dem nah hear the words weh me said up

Better dem fed up or end up ah get dead weh dem call me

Du-Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca

Man a gyallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist

Uno listen out ¡esa loca!

Du-Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca

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

Uno listen out ¡esa loca!

Yeah, easy R.O.B.B.

Straight out of Jersey

Yuh dun know Tony Toca

Ah Dutty, yeah ¡esa loca!