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A Montmartre lady drops her hanky
And slyly winks her eye
That's only for the Yankee
The Frenchman wouldn't buy
swell
Full of that Yankee-Doodly-dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' through Hell
And I was the kid with the drum
Say, don't you remember, they
of Dixie
And though the Northern winter fills
My heart with joy
Oh it's a Southern sun that shines down
On this Yankee boy
Mama dreamed of Paris nights
looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle De dumb
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
I was the kid with the drum
Say don't you remember,
to Trinidad.
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice
These Yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle De dumb
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
I was the kid with the drum
Say don't you remember,
Full of that Yankee Doodle De dumb
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
I was the kid with the drum
Say don't you remember, they called me Al
woman
She cook me shrimp and rice
These Yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me stomach very nice
In Trinidad, one dollar buy
Papaya juice, banana pie
Six
Daddy! Yankee!
Mata con mata
Brand new pa las mamis en el club you know
Sola en un esquina ella lo está moviendo
Rompiendo esa cadera ella me
and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice
Dese yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me stomach very nice.
In Trinidad, one dollar buy
and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice
Dese yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me stomach very nice.
In Trinidad, one dollar buy
swell
Full of that Yankee-Doodly-dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' through Hell
And I was the kid with the drum
Say, don't you remember, they
(¿quiénes son?)
Andy con el Yankee gozando un montón
Mezclando la salsa con el reggaeton
Pero dale de lao (sigue la clave)
Dale pero mira (dame la clave)
bronceado y el calor
No puede estar mejor
Zu-zu-zumba
Ma-ma Masivo
Ma-ma Masivo
Ma-ma Masivo
Da-da-daddy Yankee, yo
Ma-ma Masivo
Ma-ma Masivo
Daddy Yankee yo
Con lo' Jedys, Monserrate y Dj Urba
Offic- (ha ha) it's official
Daddy Yankee, Cartel Records, En Directo
Who's This?
Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs to slaughter
Just for the thrill
Good things come to those who wait
good advice just a bit too late
Any chance for trust
Sombariari, mueve, mami
Acaramelá de tu sugar Daddy Yankee
Por ley, mami, no hay break
Cama de rosas pa' la cangri del rey
Es mejor libra por libra
Ya
la pista
Yankee, master en el reggae
Pa' que aguan...
Pa' que aguan...
Pa' que aguante
Pa' que aguan...
Pa' que aguan...
Pa' que aguante
Yo se que
Jack and Ray was in the middle and then there was me
And I'm the one that turned 23
And grew up to be that yankee's rebel son
Times are changing I heard
Yeah
The Big Boss
Daddy Yankee, yo
Cartel
Scott Storch
Jaja
Esto es como cuando se inventó la pólvora
Que el impacto fue tan grande que cambio la
Mira aquellas gatas que nos están mirando
Vamo' a tirar labia pa' ver si ganamos
Ahora
Gárgolas, yo
Daddy Yankee, yo
Nicky Jam, yo
Los Homerunes
situation
He said, "Number one course, yankee, self defence
Twohundred dollars and twentyfive cents"
I said "What's the twentyfive cents for?" And he
DY
Ey yo'
Siqui-Da-Da, siqui-Da-Da
Peligro (oh, oh)
Siqui-Da-Da, siqui-Da-Da
Caliente (eh, eh)
Siqui-Da-Da
DY
Siqui-Da-Daddy Yankee (oh, oh)
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