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