This is for the cholas livin' la vida loca!

(chorus)
Lean like a chola, way up high
thick eyeliner in my eye
cruise all day, drink all night
got four kids, with three guys
Lean Like a Chola

(verse 1)
All up in the hood, you might see
locas lookin' good, but crazy
find 'em at the carshow, or on the streets
or their favorite hangout, the Swapmeet
Damn! don't be a hater
It's all good , smile now cry later
never mess wit a chick, with lipliner, no lipstick
wanna look good I'll tell you how
first gotta paint on your eyebrows
spray your hair with Aquanet
get a tattoo to rep your set
sport Ben Davis and some Dickies
and your neck covered in hickies
need a gallon of mascara
and get pregnant at your quinceanera

(chorus 2x)

(verse 2)
Speak spanglish when they speak
"Y que fool, don't look at me!"
say you member and whatevers
my man's been locked up forevers
when he gets out he'll be mad
that his boy's my baby's dad
listen to the oldies like the Chilites
got a blade in my hair when I fight
got homegirls named Mosca and Shygirl
Jeemer, Jypter, Tiny, and Flygirl
Squeaky, Whisper, and La Guera
China, Tortuga, Morena
Angel, Sadgirl, Lady Joker
Lil' Puppet, Silent Smoker
got a problem, callate la boca!
you don't want to mess with some gangster ass locas!

(chorus 2x)

Lean Like a Chola
Lean Like a Chola