Pata-boom (feat Daddy Yankee)

Yo! yo!
I want your opening
An adventure, babe, no holding back
You’re the cure for my infection
And you’re looking fine, pure sweetness
I want to give you some torture

But don’t worry if you want it soft
You get fired up if I get fired up
You’re aggressive and I’m aggressive, double the punishment
(For all the shorties, dy and jory! oh!)

Boom boom!
Let’s leave that fear behind
Then let it go to heat things up
It’s just that your body motivates me and
You make me feel critical like an explosion (x2)
Boom boom!

Show them how it hits (boom boom!)
Show them how it hits (boom boom!)
Show them how it hits (boom boom!)
Show them daddy! let’s go!

Add more flavor, keep killing the beat
This is for all the girls with heart
For the ladies who shine, sweating Johnson & Johnson
Jory and daddy blasting with motherfucking Thompson
Auh! we’re starting the physical game
Let’s see who ends up in critical condition
Your punishment will be magnificent
It’ll be a true story and I’m not psychic
What’s up! we’re boom boom, down low
Massacring each other with the boom boom of the bass
Do re mi, follow it, the vibe until the sun comes up
Clock and alcohol, let it ring!

Boom boom!
Let’s leave that fear behind
Then let it go to heat things up
It’s just that your body motivates me and
You make me feel critical like an explosion (x2)
Boom boom!

(Da-ddy yank-kee!)
Now punish the rhythm
Go ahead, babe, shake it up
You know me, so punish the rhythm
Practice what you know, let’s apply it, punish the rhythm
Go go, I’m not holding back, check out what you got
The bad boys are here to give you what you want
Pure street poison, so you can take off
We just have one detail left, there’s terrorism on the dance floor and boom!
Boom boom, your body zoom zoom
Blast that body, tun tun
On the straightaway, don’t wait for it to stop, that’s the goal
A comet is coming for that world (and what!)

Boom boom!
Let’s leave that fear behind
Then let it go to heat things up
It’s just that your body motivates me and
You make me feel critical like an explosion (x2)
Boom boom!

Uy! for all the shorties uh! uh!
Dy and jory! uh! uh! they’re feeling it
They’re looking for battery from the outside
And we’re commanding in the groove
Musicologo, prestige!, menes
Killing the game, bro, boom boom!
Eh you know, papi, we don’t play
Millions of records, dy prestige hehe
The ones from the nassa, tu-tu tu-tumbling the house