ROMPE
DADDY YANKEE
[Intro: Daddy Yankee]
Bienvenidos al remix, Cartel Records
Se unieron las fuerzas mas grandes de la industria
We ready, sal del medio okay
Daddy Yankee esta ready
Lloyd Banks esta ready
Young Buck esta ready
Yeah yeah andamos ready
G-unit esta ready
Cartel estamos ready
C'mon, this is the remix
[Hook: Daddy Yankee]
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo yal, oh
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Are you ready
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she move it ya lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Let's go G-unit
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I move the crowd like when the D's roll up
So the money in my jeans fold up
Hold up, don't get your eyes swolled up
All black and blue on the bottom
I love the beef, bitch smacking you ain't a problem
I got family in bronx, (heh) and family in the city
New Yitty, the home of Big L and Biggie (uhh)
I'm so pretty, pinky ring about fitty
Doing fifty in a Lac, with D Y on the track
[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
My boo no se limita a la hora de romper su boom-boom
Con curvas mas calientes que su ride-thru
Enseñame si tienes la actitud mami
Dale-go dale-go dale-go go G-unit
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
All my puertorican people holla vamonos
My ghetto report card, I made the honor roll (yeah)
Is getting hot in here, shorty taking off her clothes (her clothes)
Shake what ya momma gave ya, make me holla whoa (whoa)
We got the whole club outta control (c'mon)
And Daddy Yankee got me smoking that boricua (boricua blunt)
I got my G-unit boots on, so you can get stump (stump)
Or you can quit playing, and c'mon and get crunk'd (get crunk'd) yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Daddy Yankee]
Pegate para aca mujer, mira lo que tu tienes que hacer
Mirala matar con la cara que me tiene, rompe que rompe ese nalga ehh
Esto se va hasta el amanecer, claro que si que estamos bien
En la mano te pongo un negocio que te conviene ma de buena fe
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
Como dicen los boricua te voy a dar guayaque
De Puerto Rico a Los Angeles, the New York al Dirrty South
Este guerrero latino a representa'o
Muero de pie antes de vivir arrodillao
Y tu eres fake'ah, mas fake'ah que chinatown
Ando con el G-unit que es la unidad gorrila
Combinacion perfecta de los real killas
Las matematicas son facil, no seas bruto papi
4 menos 3 es igual al Cangri what
[Hook]
Who's this, who who who's this
You know who's this, Da-ddy (you know) Yan-kee
Ohh ohh en directo
Ohh ohh Daddy Yankee yo G-unit
Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Bienvenidos al remix, Cartel Records
Se unieron las fuerzas mas grandes de la industria
We ready, sal del medio okay
Daddy Yankee esta ready
Lloyd Banks esta ready
Young Buck esta ready
Yeah yeah andamos ready
G-unit esta ready
Cartel estamos ready
C'mon, this is the remix
[Hook: Daddy Yankee]
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo yal, oh
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Are you ready
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she move it ya lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Let's go G-unit
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I move the crowd like when the D's roll up
So the money in my jeans fold up
Hold up, don't get your eyes swolled up
All black and blue on the bottom
I love the beef, bitch smacking you ain't a problem
I got family in bronx, (heh) and family in the city
New Yitty, the home of Big L and Biggie (uhh)
I'm so pretty, pinky ring about fitty
Doing fifty in a Lac, with D Y on the track
[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
My boo no se limita a la hora de romper su boom-boom
Con curvas mas calientes que su ride-thru
Enseñame si tienes la actitud mami
Dale-go dale-go dale-go go G-unit
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
All my puertorican people holla vamonos
My ghetto report card, I made the honor roll (yeah)
Is getting hot in here, shorty taking off her clothes (her clothes)
Shake what ya momma gave ya, make me holla whoa (whoa)
We got the whole club outta control (c'mon)
And Daddy Yankee got me smoking that boricua (boricua blunt)
I got my G-unit boots on, so you can get stump (stump)
Or you can quit playing, and c'mon and get crunk'd (get crunk'd) yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Daddy Yankee]
Pegate para aca mujer, mira lo que tu tienes que hacer
Mirala matar con la cara que me tiene, rompe que rompe ese nalga ehh
Esto se va hasta el amanecer, claro que si que estamos bien
En la mano te pongo un negocio que te conviene ma de buena fe
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
Como dicen los boricua te voy a dar guayaque
De Puerto Rico a Los Angeles, the New York al Dirrty South
Este guerrero latino a representa'o
Muero de pie antes de vivir arrodillao
Y tu eres fake'ah, mas fake'ah que chinatown
Ando con el G-unit que es la unidad gorrila
Combinacion perfecta de los real killas
Las matematicas son facil, no seas bruto papi
4 menos 3 es igual al Cangri what
[Hook]
Who's this, who who who's this
You know who's this, Da-ddy (you know) Yan-kee
Ohh ohh en directo
Ohh ohh Daddy Yankee yo G-unit
Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
