Ooooooooooo!!!
Da-ddy (x2)
Mambo wants it; caress him
Mambo wants it; grasp him
Mambo wants it; let it out
Da-ddy
Mambo wants it; caress him
Mambo wants it; grasp him
Mambo wants it; let it out
Da-ddy
Clingy, dangerous
Imagine a country with mafia-style
My soldiers with my war guns ( Come
On!!! )
Ooooooooooo!!!
The fire test
In the street I tend to grow
As a child in the barrio I learned to not
step back
I go far with your story
Don’t take the dew from my new morning
You want to be like I am now
But Lebron James never’s gonna do what Jordan did
The shooting Guard of Reggaeton; nobody shoots
Better than I
Dribbling the style and here it unfolds;
Hit men accuse me of robbing the show
Producers, rappers, with the ego of stars
Dispute it
Others walk blindly and the killer
Is D-A-DD-Y
That’s Me
The numbers speak for themselves
Count down (Come on!!) 3-2-1 Traaaa
Mambo wants it; caress him
Mambo wants it; grasp him
Mambo wants it; let it out
Da-ddy
Mambo wants it; caress him
Mambo wants it; grasp him
Mambo wants it; let it out
Da-ddy
Yo!
How I regret the second verse ???????
In order to reveal itself to the wicked people ???????
My soldiers with the gangsta shout ( ?????????
Ooooooo! )
I lament it I do not lie, each time I swear an
Oath
Tomorrow it will be your food for the birds on
The pavement
But I am not to put the foot to anybody
Cross my line and you feel all of my barbarisms
I grow before bad situations
Your posse that looks for a fight partner
Where I put my eye I put the bullet
Ahhh you are easy to knock on your face
They act as if they didn’t know
But they know who I am and what I give to this
Generation
El Cartel Records Men!
3-2-1 Traaa
Mambo wants it; caress him
Mambo wants it; grasp him
Mambo wants it; let it out
Da-ddy
Mambo wants it; caress him
Mambo wants it; grasp him
Mambo wants it; let it out
Da-ddy
Lunytunes!
Daddy Yankee!
El Cartel Records Men! Los Cangri
Esto Es Barrio Fino!
With fear to God and without fear to man!
The Boss!
Come on!