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Baby Bash - I Wanna Know Her Name lyrics
Chorus (Russell Lee):
 She dance the salsa
 She dance the cumbias
 She dance merangue
 I wanna know her name
 (2x)
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 cumbias
 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
 'cause 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 hydroBaby Bash - I Wanna Know Her Name - http://motolyrics.com/baby-bash/i-wanna-know-her-name-lyrics.html
 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' 'cause 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)








