Lyrics:

Friday night I just got paid
Gotta quench my thirst
I ain't thinking 'bout no Gatorade
Just who's gonna be my first
Will it be another blonde, redhead or brunette

Yo! What did I have last week
I tend to forget
Time now to select my threads
I don't wear suits
I wrap a rag around my head
Put on my steel-toed boots
Tonight I'm lookin' fly but I ain't satisfied
Till I slip my leather jacket on
It says 'Latin Till I Die'

CHORUS:
Oye como va, mo ritmo
Oye como va, mulata
Oye como va, mo ritmo
Oye como va, mulata

Drove up to the valet man, he parked my ride
I walked up like a movie star
With screaming fans outside
Didn't have to say a word
He let me in, he said
'You don't have to wait or pay'
So I stepped in with a grin
Ladies rushed me left and right
What else is new
Don't need no Spanish fly
For the girls to stick like glue
Don't need no fancy car
Ain't flashing no gold

Just have this Latin blood
It drives them all out of control
Try 'Oye Como Vas' as your opening line
Say 'Que buena que estas'
Now that means girl you're looking fine
That's all it takes now shake n' bake
Have yourself a blast
Remember have no mercy
When they holler . . . 'Please, no mas!'

Homies try to stare me down
They're still in doubt
Am I from a new set
That they don't know about yet?
Guys you can relax I'm done with that scene
Just because I dress this way
Doesn't mean that I'm not clean
Way back when I used to bang
My name filled the walls
Now the ladies read about me
As they sit on toilet stalls
But with all jokes aside
I'm not your average guy
I wear my crown, new king in town
I'm Latin till I die