Mayor Que Yo

(Feat Baby Ranks, Tony Tun-tun, Wisin Y Yandel, Hector 'bambino')

(Baby Ranks)

This younger than you...
Wants to meet you...
With the way she acts...
She's going to drive me crazy...
I have her in my dreams...
I caress her skin...
I want to confess to her...
Me...

(Tony Tun-Tun)

I don't care that you're older than me
Today I want you in my bed
And don't misinterpret my intention
It's just that I can't stand the urge
That's why I've come to tell you
That today I want you in my bed
If you're not willing, just tell me
It's just that I can't stand the urge
Give me a chance...

(Yandel)

I don't care that you're older than me
I want you here even though I have a thousand loves
I believe in destiny, hey
You know that God has his reasons
You're older than me, hey
I want you here even though I have a thousand loves
I believe in destiny, hey
You know that God has his reasons
Let's go, let's go, let's stop the blah blah blah
Let go of the purse, to bed with the cha-cha-cha
I look at you and you look at me, I get close to you but you do nothing
Tell me why, why...

(Wisin)

Come on, this is how they move the gears
Her car revs up
And vroom vroom, she eats up the road
She arrives at the club and everyone checks her out
She flirts, wow, blows a kiss and struts away
That's it, a kiss that goes with cheese
This is a process, let go of that for the prisoners
You know, lady, how my voice carries weight
The dog wants a bone, come on, give me a kiss
We went, take her out to the part where you're a real crazy
With dough, lady, with what the hell
Let's go, put on the robe, let's stop messing around
I'm going to give it to you from behind, and...

(Tony Tun-Tun)

I don't care that you're older than me
Today I want you in my bed
And don't misinterpret my intention
It's just that I can't stand the urge
That's why I've come to tell you
That today I want you in my bed
If you're not willing, just tell me
It's just that I can't stand the urge
Give me a chance...

(Daddy Yankee)

I'm a tiger
Don't measure the caliber by age
Taste the menu and then tell me
I'm fire in the Caribbean
Girl, don't let appearances deceive you
Or allow people to sow discord
(Slam!) Because I have the style of a hitman
And from the streets, my vocabulary
The kitty throws herself at me, she's fascinated
And at the same time, she gets a little feisty
She realizes the opposite
Because she saw that I have the ability
That a young man requires, without using an intermediary
The boy knows that this is what he does
The time that separates the boys from the men
The boy knows that this is what he does
The time that separates the colors calmly
(Slam!) Because I have the style of a hitman
And from the streets, my vocabulary
The kitty throws herself at me, she's fascinated
And at the same time, she gets a little feisty
She realizes the opposite
Because she saw that I have the ability
That a young man requires, without using an intermediary
(Give me a chance...)

(Hector 'Bambino')

Come on, forty-year-old, with your tough look
Ring the bells because Wisin is down for the count
Playful, like she corners me in bed
She's twenty, but she looks like Chona
Sly, with that mocking look
Bring me the pretty one, Wisin dances with the monkey
Stunning, and if your cat corners you
Take off the shackle, tell him you're pissed off
Take off the shackle, tell him you're pissed off
Take off the shackle, tell him you're pissed off
Take off the shackle, tell him you're pissed off
(Heyyyy...)

(Wisin)

'W', the survivor!
Daddy Yankee!
Yandel!
(You know how we do, man!)
(We ready!)
And the cat, Ranks!