Текст и перевод песни Daddy Yankee feat. Yomo - Échale Pique (remix)

Échale Pique (remix)

Échale Pique Official Remix
Daddy Yankee Ft. Yomo
Esto no es un remix
Esto no es un himno
Esto no es más de lo mismo (uiiiiy!)
Esto no es un remix
Esto no es un himno (sueeelata')
Esto no es más de lo mismo (uiiiiy!)
Ma'
Las nena'siguen sueltas (se juntaron los dos... ja')
Las nena'siguen sueltas (The Big Boss)
Ohhh! (ou ou)
Y en la disco échale pique (come on!)
Pa' q' la cintura repique
Échale pique (yep!)
Pa' q' el movimiento salpique
Échale pique (yep!)
Pa' q' la cintura repique
Échale pique (welcome to the remix!)
Dale echale pique
Oye (aiiiiy)
Esto es solamente práctica
De mi cama
Cintura, pique
Pa' q' te ubique, ma' (Uuuiiiiiy!)
Tú sabes que yo soy así
Ando con los mozalbetes
Pa' q' se arme bien tu combo ya (hey!)
Loca ya', descara'
Échale pique
Pa' q' se ponga desespera' (que!)
Pa' q' la cara se le ponga colora'
To' suda' (come on!)
Envuelta con dembow (yep!)
Chula no te quites
Échale pique a tu citura (traaaa!)
Pa' q' con esta pista repique
Que el dembow se sienta
No mientas, ma'
Música que te alimenta
Yomo y el Daddy Yankee you (heeee!)
Esto
Se encendió
Y en la disco echale pique
Pa' q' la cintura repique (come on!)
Échale pique
Pa' q' el movimiento salpique
Échale pique (traaaa...! hey! hey!)
Pa' q' la cintura repique
Échale pique (tracata!)
Dale echale pique (que...! que...!)
Dale echale pique (que...! que...!)
Ma'
Veo pa'l de 7
47 aterrizando en la pista
Par de gatas sueltas
Bien listas
Escuchando el ritmo y el bajo (tdaaaa!)
Métanle pa'rriba, mai
Métanle pa'bajo (tdaaaa...! tdaaaa!)
Estamos rompiendo el piso
Tu pelisto alisa'o
Se convierte en rizo
Tamo' bien suda'o
Seguimo' activa'o, hey!
El combo sigue rakia'o
Hey, suban las botellas en el VIP (paaawwww!)
Mami, este el ziggy Daddy Yankee con el Yomo
Escupiendo plomo
Bien guilla'o somo' (uh! Uh)
Le quemo arriba
como a Tony Romo
La esquina está oscura pa' ti pa' mi
Así que prepara el pantalón (oscuridad!)
Olvida a to' el mundo y síguelo ahí
Hasta que salga el sol
Y en la disco echale pique (uuuuuuh!)
Pa' q' la cintura repique
Échale pique (tú la ve...!)
Pa' q' el movimiento salpique
Échale pique (hey! hey!)
Pa' q' la cintura repique
Échale pique (Yankee!)
Dale échale pique
Échale pique (posti!)
Pa' q' la cintura repique (postia!)
Échale pique (postia!)
Pa' q' el movmiento salpique (oye ma'! aaa!)
Échale pique
Pa' q' la cintura repique
Échale pique (Que!)
Dale échale pique (Que...! Que...! Que...!)
Los que comandan en la brea
La cosa se puso fea (ea!)
Mai, sandungea
Daddy Yankee, Yomo dándoles pela
Daddy yankee you, Yomo pa'
Dos artistas nunca antes vistos
pa' ti estoy listo ma'
Oye esto es el remix
You Daddy
Ando con el musicólogo
Ménes
"los de la NASA"
Al que no le gusta el caldo se viran
Y es trap... trap... trap... trap...
Tra... tra... tra... tra...
Trap... trap... trap... trap...
Tra... tra... (mama!) tra... tra... (Échale pique!)

Spice it Up (remix)

Spice it Up Official Remix
Daddy Yankee Ft. Yomo
This ain't just a remix
This ain't just an anthem
This ain't more of the same (uiiiiy!)
This ain't just a remix
This ain't just an anthem (turn it up!)
This ain't more of the same (uiiiiy!)
Ma'
The girls are still wild (we're together now... ha')
The girls are still wild (The Big Boss)
Ohhh! (ou ou)
And in the club, spice it up (come on!)
So your waistline can bounce
Spice it up (yep!)
So the movement can splash
Spice it up (yep!)
So your waistline can bounce
Spice it up (welcome to the remix!)
Come on, spice it up
Listen (aiiiiy)
This is just practice
From my bed
Waistline, spice it up
So I can find you, ma' (Uuuiiiiiy!)
You know I'm like this
I'm with the youngsters
So your crew can get together now (hey!)
Crazy girl, shameless
Spice it up
So she gets desperate (what!)
So her face turns red
Everyone's sweating (come on!)
Wrapped in dembow (yep!)
Beautiful, don't stop
Spice up your waistline (traaaa!)
So it can bounce with this track
Let the dembow be felt
Don't lie, ma'
Music that feeds you
Yomo and Daddy Yankee you (heeee!)
This
Is lit
And in the club, spice it up
So your waistline can bounce (come on!)
Spice it up
So the movement can splash
Spice it up (traaaa...! hey! hey!)
So your waistline can bounce
Spice it up (tracata!)
Come on, spice it up (que...! que...!)
Come on, spice it up (que...! que...!)
Ma'
I look at the 7
47 landing on the track
Couple of wild cats
Ready
Listening to the rhythm and the bass (tdaaaa!)
Move it up, girl
Move it down (tdaaaa...! tdaaaa!)
We're breaking the floor
Your straight hair
Turns into curls
We're sweating
We're still active, hey!
The crew is still hyped up
Hey, bring up the bottles in the VIP (paaawwww!)
Mami, this is the ziggy Daddy Yankee with Yomo
Spitting fire
We're real gangsters (uh! Uh)
I burn it up
like Tony Romo
The corner is dark for you and me
So get your pants ready (darkness!)
Forget everyone and follow him there
Until the sun comes up
And in the club, spice it up (uuuuuuh!)
So your waistline can bounce
Spice it up (you see her...!)
So the movement can splash
Spice it up (hey! hey!)
So your waistline can bounce
Spice it up (Yankee!)
Come on, spice it up
Spice it up (posti!)
So your waistline can bounce (postia!)
Spice it up (postia!)
So the movement can splash (hey ma'! aaa!)
Spice it up
So your waistline can bounce
Spice it up (What!)
Come on, spice it up (What...! What...! What...!)
The ones who command the street
Things got ugly (ea!)
Girl, sway your hips
Daddy Yankee, Yomo giving them a beating
Daddy Yankee you, Yomo for
Two artists never seen before
I'm ready for you ma'
Listen, this is the remix
You Daddy
I'm with the musicologist
Ménes
"the ones from NASA"
Those who don't like the broth, turn around
And it's trap... trap... trap... trap...
Tra... tra... tra... tra...
Trap... trap... trap... trap...
Tra... tra... (mama!) tra... tra... (Spice it up!)