f/ Baby Beesh, Low-G, Russell Lee



Chorus (Russell Lee): repeat 2X



She dance the salsa

She dance the Cumbia

She dance merangue

I wanna know her name



First Verse (Baby Beesh):



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

Didn't even know she got a man, she gone keep him in check

She wanna jet with a vet, and it's 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?



Chorus



Second Verse (SPM):



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 I'm a nigga from the old school

I hope you diggin' my style though

I drink and smoke hydro

I'm 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

I'ma 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 it's empty, Man!



Chorus



Third Verse (Low-G):



Who is the girl in that tight red dress?

Shakin' that ass to the right and left?

The chick's boriqua, or maybe mexicana

I see Mami, con gana, con gana

(Yo Low-G, what about them knockers?)

Oh, that's my girlfriend Esmeralda

I remember sneakin' in her ventana

Plus don't say nothin' cuz it's 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 can't 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

I'm on to Orlando

Go to chica bailando el mambo

Manalo, manalo, manalo, manalo



Chorus (.5x