Daddy Yankee — King Daddy song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "King Daddy" by Daddy Yankee.
Lyrics
Ooooooooooo!!!
Da-ddy
Quiere mambo azotalo
Quiere mambo agarralo
Quiere mambo suenalo
da-ddy
Quiere mambo azotalo
Quiere mambo agarralo
Quiere mambo sueltalo
da-ddy
Pegajoso, peligroso
Suena un campo con un corte mafioso
Mi soldados con mi glock guerilloso (Come on!!!)
Oooooooooooo!!!
En prueba de fuego
En la calle me suelo crecer
De niѓ±o en el barrio se aprende a no retroceder
Voy safao con tu cuento
No cojas el sereno de mi nuevo amanecer
Tu quieres ser como yo ahora
Pero Lebron James nunca va hacer lo q hizo Jordan
El shooting Guard del reggaeton nadie tira mejor que yo Dribiando el flow y aqui se despliega
Sicarios me acusan de robarme el show
Productores, raperos, con ego de estrellas lo niegan
Otra gente decamina a ciega y el matador es D-A-DD-Y
Thats Me Los numeros hablan por si solos
Conteo regresivo (Come On!!) 3−2-1 Traaaa
Quiere mambo azotalo
Quiere mambo agarralo
Quiere mambo suenalo
da-ddy
Quiere mambo azotalo
Quiere mambo agarralo
Quiere mambo sueltalo
da-ddy
Yo!
Como peso el segundo verso
Pa quitarle la mascara a los perversos
Mi soldados con el grito de malianteo
Ooooooo
Lo lamento yo no miento, Cada vez digo un juramento
Maѓ±ana sera su alimento pa las aves en el pavimento
Pues yo no estoy pa ponerle el pie a nadie
Cruza mi linea y sentiras toa mis barbaries
Yo me crezco ante situaciones malas
Tu corillo q se busque un pal de palas
Donde pongo el ojo pongo la bala
Ahhh tu eres facil tumbarle la cara
Ellos actuan como si no supieran
Pero ellos saben quien soy y lo q doy en este genero
El Cartel Records Men!
3−2-1 Traaa
Quiere mambo azotalo
Quiere mambo agarralo
Quiere mambo suenalo
da-ddy
Quiere mambo azotalo
Quiere mambo agarralo
Quiere mambo sueltalo
da-ddy
Lunytunes!
Daddy Yankee!
El Cartel Records Men! Los Cangri
Esto Es Barrio Fino!
con Temor a Dios Y sin miedo al Hombre!
Cangri!
Come On!
Lyrics translation
Ooooooooooo!!!
Da-ddy
Want mambo whipping
He wants mambo to grab him.
He wants mambo sound it
da-ddy
Want mambo whipping
He wants mambo to grab him.
He wants mambo let him go
da-ddy
Sticky, dangerous
Sounds a field with a mafia court
My soldiers with my guerrilla glock (Come on!!!)
Oooooooooooo!!!
In test of fire
On the street I usually grow
Children in the neighborhood learn not to back down
I'm going safao with your story
Don't take the serene of my new dawn
You want to be like me now
But Lebron James will never do what Jordan did
The shooting guard of reggaeton nobody shoots better than me dribbling the flow and here it unfolds
Hitmen accuse me of stealing my show
Producers, rappers, with ego of Stars deny it
Other people decamine blind and the killer is D-a-DD-Y
Thats Me the numbers speak for themselves
Countdown (Come On !!) 3-2-1 Traaaa
Want mambo whipping
He wants mambo to grab him.
He wants mambo sound it
da-ddy
Want mambo whipping
He wants mambo to grab him.
He wants mambo let him go
da-ddy
Yo!
As I weigh the second verse
To remove the mask from the perverts
My soldiers with the cry of malianteo
Ooooooo
I'm sorry I don't lie, every time I say an oath
Tomorrow will be their food for the birds on the pavement
Well, I'm not stepping foot on anyone.
Cross my line and you'll feel Toa my barbaries
I grow up in bad situations
Your corillo Q will look for a pal of shovels
Where I put my eye I put the bullet
Ahhh you're easy to knock his face off
They act like they don't know
But they know who I am and what I give in this genre
The Cartel Records Men!
3-2-1 Traaa
Want mambo whipping
He wants mambo to grab him.
He wants mambo sound it
da-ddy
Want mambo whipping
He wants mambo to grab him.
He wants mambo let him go
da-ddy
Lunytunes!
Daddy Yankee!
The Cartel Records Men! The Kangaroos
This Is Barrio Fino!
with fear of God and without fear of Man!
Kangaroos!
Come On!