Lip liner and long dark hair,
tight jeans or pants with our belts hanging loose,
Always walking in a line with our matching shoes.
Boys turing thier head just to get a view.
Never call each other by our real name,
But what fits our personality or looks instead.
We can party up all night,
But we know when to kick back and take a ride.
When we have a man,
We treat him right.
If you show us that love,
We'll be there day or night.
We know when we see that special guy,
We can tell when it's love at first sight.
We're classy when we want too,
But be ghetto as can be.
When it comes down to it, I'll stand up for who ever is close to me,
Some of us were taught how to fight and stand up for ourselves.
So when it all comes down,
We'll bring you hell.
They call us gangstas,
they even call us trouble makers
But around our people we're know as "cholas"
But no matter what people call us,
To me there just known as,
Homegirls.
