Daddy Yankee - Mamacita lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell] She want to break it down Break it down, break it down, break it down Woah, woah, woah She want some Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton Woah, woah, woah, woah [Hook: Pharrell] Mamacita, oh my god I think you're on fire Do you want me to get you water? You make me want to be your baby father Cause the dance you do is getting hotter I better cuff you before the boys follow Whatchu' think? I think you wanna' I think you wanna' She wanna' break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down Woah, woah, woah She Want Some Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton Woah, woah, woah, woah [Verse 1: Pharrell] (Skateboy!) I've been long overdue For something overdone You've been undertouched, well I can make you overcome I know he telling you what he can make you and I know he telling you where he can take you By the way ma', hey is that your hair? If it ain't, it took two days in the hair-shop chair Im just joking I make you smile right? [Verse 2: Pharrell] Look, come here, I mean excuse me baby You dancing fast ma' this ain't Merengue But your bu*t in search of your volantes It's plump I'm being honest, cause it's just nice You're looking different saying to yourself (This no right) Sure you cute, but you know you won't dismiss this plight When my chain keep binking like Christmas lights Get it right (Yezzir) [Hook] [Verse 3: Daddy Yankee (Spanglish)] Yo what's up ma' You may not know Spanish , But you know Daddy Yankee Sin uso de esteroides Y tiendas aqui en Miami Latin hustler! Somos los duenos de los biscochos y los suplimos a costo You know mamacita tu si ere dinamita Y me la explota si te pones bien perrita Ten cuidao ! el perro ta ajitao ! Sacudelo cause your body is son fuego La vida real en mi corazon la llevo ma' Keep it going son los matones Con los pies en la tierra y la mente en millones Yankee Y Pharrell dandote la rumba buena Con my sabor que la comida de abuela [Hook] [Verse 4: Pharrell] (Hey girl!) Let's go finish at mi casa Trust me, it'd be proper I got muchos negros on my lache with the choppers If they suspect us, someone trespasa All you hear is BRRRAT and then scream, Cucaracha! Trust me, P is no pimp See I got heavy pockets, so I walk with a limp One night with he, and I'll make ya scream You'll wake up, (wake up) like it's a dream Call downstairs, tell em to make us P.J.s Right after that, dry cycle our P.J.S Right after that, book us a P.J What you mean, how? When you got money, it's easy This ain't dookie, ma, I'm not Green Day Wake up, you're about to miss your damn dream day Now everybody just sing what the screen say It goes [Hook/Outro]