Lyrics:
Where you wish to God you'd never been born
We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee crew
And we're the boys to push her through
We're a Yankee Ship with
sigues por aquí?, Yeah
Que tú estás dura como Yankee dice
Mami, tus beso' hacen que me tranquilice
Cuántas vece' te fallaron, mami, ya ni sé
Y no puedo
logo toh sabi
Omo gbera tan, o b'omi si Garri
O wo Yankee, o wo Atlanta, per roof
Eyan Baba Fela ni, ke gba fun
Ah, omo olope toh sabi
Omo gbera
you know Daddy Yankee
Sin uso de esteroides
Y tiendas aquí en Miami
Boxeador latín hustler
Somos los dueños de los bizcochos y los suplimos a costo
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
old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us
only for
Americans from the U.S.A.
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
(¿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
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
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
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
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