"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"