I Wanna Know Her Name Lyrics by South Park Mexican

I Wanna Know Her Name Lyrics

    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)

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