She dance the salsa
She dance the Cumbia
She dance merangue
I wanna know her name
Now every time I see her, I wanna meet her
Go up and greet her, treat her like my Mamacita
Go home and freak her
Half boriqua, half mexicana
Shakin her knocker like an epanada
I think I wanna be your baby father
?Como te llamas? Me llamo Baby Beesh
Seen you at the club, shakin that
I love the way you dance, Salsa, Merangue, and Cumbia
With a touch of hip-hop and bounce man, and ooh la la
Didnt even know she got a man, she gone keep him in check
She wanna jet with a vet, and its just like that
Cuz we go hard from the jump, she far from a punk
At the bar gettin drunk, turnin cigars into blunts
My bonita, the one I kill sippin margarita
I wanna see her, come a little closer Mama mira
Ven aqui? How cool would it be?
If you and me had some ecstasy, sippin on some hennessey?
It seems like every club I go to
I see you dancin off the hook, I wanna know you
Body lookin like you raised up on soul food
You kinda young and Im a nigga from the old school
I hope you diggin my style though
I drink and smoke hydro
Im not that nigga in the gym doin tae-bo
I hate the five oh, I swam across the bayou
A mojado, I only shop at the rocado
A soldado, I hit the Hen straight from the bottle
But I can teach you how to sing or even be a model
Follow my lead, down this yellow brick road
Ima buy you a benz, and dip your rims in gold
A house with a heated pool so you can swim in the cold
Trust funds in your bank for when your kids get old
Sippin remy in the bentley, kissin you gently
Fillin up the gas tank whenever its empty, Man!
Who is the girl in that tight red dress?
Shakin that ass to the right and left?
The chicks boriqua, or maybe mexicana
I see Mami, con gana, con gana
(Yo Low-G, what about them knockers?)
Oh, thats my girlfriend Esmeralda
I remember sneakin in her ventana
Plus dont say nothin cuz its right next to her hermana
Que pena, I had to leave Eselena
Or run the porno I rented to Elena
Chino desmito e prima o se fina
If you cant take the heat, get your ass out the cocina
Mi esposa es latina, mi sancha la china
Y lolita la deje solita
Letters in the mail for my girl named Raquel
A cheap hotel and after that Taco Bell
Oh well
Im on to Orlando
Go to chica bailando el mambo
Manalo, manalo, manalo, manalo
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