Daddy Yankee
Rompe (International Remix)
[Intro: Daddy Yankee & Nelly Furtado]
Bienvenidos al remix, Cartel Records (G-Unit)
Se unieron las fuerzas más grandes de la industria
We ready, sal del medio, okay?
Daddy Yankee está ready
Lloyd Banks está ready
Young Buck está ready
Yeah, yeah, andamos ready
G-Unit está ready
Cartel estamos ready
C'mon, this is the remix

[Hook: Daddy Yankee]
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo—
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Are you ready!?
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she moves, ella 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, n***a, 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 pum-pum
Con curvas más calientes que el sur, right through
Enséñame si tienes la actitud, mami
Dale, go! Dale, go! Dale, go! Go!
(G-Unit)

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
All my Puerto-Rican people holla vámonos
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 blunt (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: Daddy Yankee]
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo—
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Are you ready!?
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she moves, ella lo—
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Let's go (G-Go! G-Go! G-Go! G-Go!)
[Bridge: Nelly Furtado]
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[Verse 4: Daddy Yankee]
De Puerto Rico a Los Angeles, de New York al Dirty South
Este guerrero latino a representa'o
Muero de pie antes de vivir arrodillao
Y tú eres fake'ah, más fake'ah que Chinatown
Ando con el G-unit que es la unidad gorrila
Combinación perfecta de los real killas
Las matemáticas son fácil, no seas bruto, papi
Cuatro menos tres es igual al Cangri (What?)

[Hook: Daddy Yankee]
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo—
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guilla'o
Are you ready!?
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she moves, ella lo—
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Let's go

[Outro]
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
Nelly Furtado, ¿qué pasó ma'am?