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Rompe Video (MV)




Performed By: Daddy Yankee
Language: Spanish
Length: 3:29
Written by: Christopher Lloyd




Daddy Yankee - Rompe Lyrics
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Nananana nananana nananana na
Bienvenidos al remix, Cartel Records (nananana nananana nananana na)
Se unieron las fuerzas más grandes de la industria (nananana nananana nananana na)
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

Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Are you ready!? (¡Po-po-po-po!)
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)

I move the crowd like when the D's roll up (yeah)
So the money in my jeans fold up (yeah)
Hold up, don't get your eyes swolled up
All black and blue on the bottom
I love the beef, nigga, smacking you ain't a problem (woo)
I got family in Ponce, and family in the city
New Yitty, the home of Big L and Biggie, uh (yeah)
I'm so pretty, pinky ring about fitty
Doing fifty in a Lac, with D-Y on the track

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)

All my Puerto-Rican people holla "Vámonos"
My ghetto report card, I made the honor roll
Is getting hot in here, shorty taking off 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 crow
I got my G-Unit boots on, so you can get stump
Or you can quit playing, and c'mon and get crunk'd, yeah

Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Are you ready!? (¡Po-po-po-po!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she moves, ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Let's go (go, go, go, go)

Pégate para acá mujer
Mira lo que tú tienes que hacer
Mírala matar con la cara que me tiene
Rompe que rompe esa nalgaje
Esto se va hasta el amanecer
Claro que sí que estamos bien
En la mano te pongo un negocio
Que te conviene, ma', de buena fe

If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
Como dicen los boricua te voy a dar guayaque-que

De Puerto Rico a Los Angeles
De New York al Dirty South (yeah)
Este guerrero latino ha representao' (yeah)
Muero de pie antes de vivir arrodillao'
Y tú eres feka (yeah)
Más feka que Chinatown
Ando con el G-unit que es la unidad gorilla
Combinación perfecta de los real killa
Las matemáticas son fácil, no seas bruto, papi
Cuatro menos tres es igual al Cangri (what?)

Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
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

Nananana nananana nananana na
Who's this?
Nananana nananana nananana na
Who, who, who's this?
Nananana nananana nananana na
You know who's this
Da-ddy (you know) Yan-kee
Oh oh, En Directo (G-G-G)
Oh oh, Daddy Yankee, yo, G-Unit
Lloyd Banks
Young Buck
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Spanish

Nananana nananana nananana na
Bienvenidos al remix, Cartel Records (nananana nananana nananana na)
Se unieron las fuerzas más grandes de la industria (nananana nananana nananana na)
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

Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Are you ready!? (¡Po-po-po-po!)
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)

I move the crowd like when the D's roll up (yeah)
So the money in my jeans fold up (yeah)
Hold up, don't get your eyes swolled up
All black and blue on the bottom
I love the beef, nigga, smacking you ain't a problem (woo)
I got family in Ponce, and family in the city
New Yitty, the home of Big L and Biggie, uh (yeah)
I'm so pretty, pinky ring about fitty
Doing fifty in a Lac, with D-Y on the track

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)

All my Puerto-Rican people holla "Vámonos"
My ghetto report card, I made the honor roll
Is getting hot in here, shorty taking off 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 crow
I got my G-Unit boots on, so you can get stump
Or you can quit playing, and c'mon and get crunk'd, yeah

Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Are you ready!? (¡Po-po-po-po!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she moves, ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down
Let's go (go, go, go, go)

Pégate para acá mujer
Mira lo que tú tienes que hacer
Mírala matar con la cara que me tiene
Rompe que rompe esa nalgaje
Esto se va hasta el amanecer
Claro que sí que estamos bien
En la mano te pongo un negocio
Que te conviene, ma', de buena fe

If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
If you give me that, I'll give you some of that stuff
Como dicen los boricua te voy a dar guayaque-que

De Puerto Rico a Los Angeles
De New York al Dirty South (yeah)
Este guerrero latino ha representao' (yeah)
Muero de pie antes de vivir arrodillao'
Y tú eres feka (yeah)
Más feka que Chinatown
Ando con el G-unit que es la unidad gorilla
Combinación perfecta de los real killa
Las matemáticas son fácil, no seas bruto, papi
Cuatro menos tres es igual al Cangri (what?)

Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
Rompe, rompe, rompe, ese cuerpo ella lo
Rompe, rompe, rompe, bien guillao'
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

Nananana nananana nananana na
Who's this?
Nananana nananana nananana na
Who, who, who's this?
Nananana nananana nananana na
You know who's this
Da-ddy (you know) Yan-kee
Oh oh, En Directo (G-G-G)
Oh oh, Daddy Yankee, yo, G-Unit
Lloyd Banks
Young Buck
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Writer: Christopher Lloyd
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