Look At Her

"Look at her

Look at her

She's so fine" -

Yeah

Hey, look at her

She digs my Cadillac, she loves my Chevrolet

On the ground, delay, orale, there ain't no better way

She's from around my way, got primas from L.A.

Love the way she looks in a brim with a feather, ey

Little chula, firme ruka

Fuck yeah, my little modern day Pachuca

She likes oldies, blues, old school and cumbias

Mariachis, salsa, lowrider caruchas

Pelones, Twelve Eighteen pantalones

Crisp and clean, man with the mic, their rap's tight, just a bonus

Sexy little guisa, can't help but notice

Can't help but imagine how she looks in her calzones

Hombre

"Look at her

Look at her

She's so fine

With my head up, high

Look at her

Look at her

She's so fine" -

She respects her jefa and her jefe, too

Vato's a veterano, he's an old school fool

But he's cool

He's sleeved up with tattoos

He said "When I was younger, I was just like you"

And I seen the way you look at mi hija

Asi con respecto

She's a fine Chicanita

She don't hit the pipa, she don't hang with the clicka

The kind of chica that I need in my vida, por vida

Oh yeah, and I respect her man, and she's a

Beautiful woman and I want her badly

Picture us, lowridin' in the Caddy on Valley

On the midsummer night, on the calles of Cali, saying

"Look at her

Look at her

She's so fine

With my head up, high

Look at her

Look at her

She's so fine" -

Homey, she's far out, a little knockout

Brought up in the neighborhood, but not a high school dropout

She gots a good head on her shoulders

And a smile that'll win you over, just look at her

Hey, I don't think you understand me

Her body talks to me, says "Reach out and grab me"

And playing no games, holmes, no Milton Bradley

All it took was one look, that's it, she had me

"Look at her

Look at her

She's so fine

With my head up, high

Look at her

Look at her

She's so fine"