Intro homerunes

The home runs from Yankee
Daddy Yankee, you
10 years in the game, vibing at the top
Watching my people enjoy my songs
Living it up
Thanks to all of you from the heart
For supporting my journey
You all are the reason Daddy Yankee
Keeps pushing forward
You know
The credit goes to you, you
Daddy Yankee R Ayala
Black father, white mother
My blood runs Boricua
What's up, my dude, huh?
Be real, you haven't made history yet like the king
Let's be real and clear about this, okay?
You don't hear!!!
Come on

DJ Mercenaries, are you ready?

For sure, you guys
All the ladies grab your melons, pom-pom
Oh ah oh ah ah
Don't get tired, keep going, don't stop
Where my no, no, don't come, come, come
It's going, it's going, it's gone, it left!!!!

I never stay (many times)
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
Eeeee, this is the music, guilla guilla guilla guilla
Tetetetete, I'm waiting
Yamilette, my love
DJ Urba
Dedicated to all the women who want romance
Hey, for Daddy Yankee, you
Yandel!!!
Tonight we're heading to the party, to the party, party
Pepepepepelala, my gangster girl, no fear
(The king) home runs
The bass hits, the bass hits, yeah
Tra tra tra (the king)
Tra tra tra (Daddy Yankee, you)
Tra tra tra (the king)
Tra tra tra (Daddy Yankee, you)