U and Me Chola
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
Peyso da wop
Peyso da boss
He's got what you need
His shit don't stop
His shit don't play
You know what he saying?
You what he doing?
You know he aint playing
You know he be screwing
Two fine bitches with them heels up
360 with getting beat up
Cali jams hella beefed up
Making moves cuz he's g'd up
Making grooves that makes those titties move
Making proof that he can pay his dues
Out the press and off to Vegas
World famous cholos baby!
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
Let's go somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
Cuz my chola, chola, chola
Chola, chola yeah
Is looking good
In my back seat
Doing naughty thangs (oohh yeah)
I got the her b-day on my google calendar ringing non stop
I bought her a Raiders blanket with Belgian chocolates sittin on top ay
She likes eating spicy tacos, wearing tight shit automatic
I so wanna sex her up till I go blind, hella bad, color me the baddest
She frowns all the time when I do stupid shit
And she cries all the time when I bounce for a spliff
A come right back with a Corona 6-pack
And Ben and Jerry's double fudge pint to split ah
Just grab a spoon chola
And feed your g
I guarantee that you's my hella sexy chola queen yeah
You and me chola
Undersea
Doing, doing naughty things (Ooh yeah)
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And go somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
Peyso da wop
Peyso da boss
He's got what you need
His shit don't stop
His shit don't play
You know what he saying?
You what he doing?
You know he aint playing
You know he be screwing
Two fine bitches with them heels up
360 with getting beat up
Cali jams hella beefed up
Making moves cuz he's g'd up
Making grooves that makes those titties move
Making proof that he can pay his dues
Out the press and off to Vegas
World famous cholos baby!
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
Let's go somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
Cuz my chola, chola, chola
Chola, chola yeah
Is looking good
In my back seat
Doing naughty thangs (oohh yeah)
I got the her b-day on my google calendar ringing non stop
I bought her a Raiders blanket with Belgian chocolates sittin on top ay
She likes eating spicy tacos, wearing tight shit automatic
I so wanna sex her up till I go blind, hella bad, color me the baddest
She frowns all the time when I do stupid shit
And she cries all the time when I bounce for a spliff
A come right back with a Corona 6-pack
And Ben and Jerry's double fudge pint to split ah
Just grab a spoon chola
And feed your g
I guarantee that you's my hella sexy chola queen yeah
You and me chola
Undersea
Doing, doing naughty things (Ooh yeah)
You got what I need chola
I got the weed chola
I think you and me chola
Should go undersea chola
And go somewhere, disappear, lose our minds and get high
(And get high)
And get high
(Ooohh yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Uribe
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