[ad-libs:]
[Happy Perez:]
Oh god, I'm hollin' hola, Happy throwed, that's what they yellin'
When I roll up in my G4, we came to spend a couple stacks
Shorts, T-shirts on caps & we gon' drink
'Til my people collapse, so line 'em up
To the end of the bar, I ain't playin' slick
Here go a couple of dollars so keep 'em comin' quick
& say what's up ma' she said what's up though
I seen it in her face that the broad was a cut throat
& she's a hustla, she like to stack her chips
& break bread with the click & roll the fancy whips
She told me, ain't nothin' fin to stop our shine
& we ain't sippin' crystal we sip the rolly with lime.
Hola / Holla
She make 'em Hola / Holla. [x4]
[Russell Lee:]
She dance the salsa
She dance to cumbia's
She dance meringue
& she shakin' it like she want it, want it.
[Low G:]
Esempre, game & waballey le got cinuervo
Orlando, with the finest & the malano
Salsedo & she love it guess ora pedro
Throw up ecan & the moon in the sanad
Im-matchable, with the sound it be international
Ecapalo 'cause my c-low be wet in tropical.
Want to stop me bro? & I led on go pa** arrapio
Pawetta, yeah us thugs try incometa
Wet ba, this latino who's representin'
Wet back, it's latino que representa
E loc e ghetto yo hey what I wanna do
Is see your shake get fast...
Hola / Holla
She make 'em Hola / Holla. [x4]
[Russell Lee:]
She dance the salsa
She dance to cumbia's
She dance meringue
& she shakin' it like she want it, want it.
[Baby Bash:]
Now what's your name? What's your name? What's your name ma-ma?
What's your name? What's your name? What's your name la-la?
What's your name? What's your name? What's your name ma-ma?
I Wanna Know Her Name...
She's top notch, only be workin' with hot shots
Lookin' so famous she's trainin' in hot rocks
Dirty dancin' drop tops, keepin' it on pop
Doin' them crunk dances, lickin' a lollipop
She make it bang like bazookas, she's sweeter than my asuka
Hmm, mami chula nobody gon' do it cooler
Crimination is pa**ion, she smoke a sweet while she dancin'
Y'all might be starin' & glarin' but baby ain't even glancin'
She got the real McCoy, now she gon' fill your boy
So I'm a feel devoy with some of that thrill & joy
Now Baby Bash you a fool, sippin' a margarita
Baby you know I want you but I really don't need ya.
Hola / Holla
She make 'em Hola / Holla. [x4]
[Russell Lee:]
She dance the salsa
She dance to cumbia's
She dance meringue
& she shakin' it like she want it, want it.