Mamacita Lyrics - In My Mind - Pharrell Williams

Mamacita 

Pharrell Williams 

She want to break it down 

Break it down, break it down, break it down 

Woah, woah, woah 

She want some Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton 

Woah, woah, woah, woah 

Mamacita, oh my god I think you're on fire 

Do you want me to get you water? 

You make me want to be your baby father 

Cause the dance you do is getting hotter 

I better cuff you before the boys follow 

Whatchu' think? I think you wanna' 

I think you wanna' 

She wanna' break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down 

Woah, woah, woah 

She Want Some Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton, Reggaeton 

Woah, woah, woah, woah 

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(Skateboy!) 

I've been long overdue 

For something overdone 

You've been undertouched, well I can make you overcome 

I know he telling you what he can make you and 

I know he telling you where he can take you 

By the way ma', hey is that your hair? 

If it ain't, it took two days in the hair-shop chair 

Im just joking 

I make you smile right? 

Look, come here, I mean excuse me baby 

You dancing fast ma' this ain't Merengue 

But your butt in search of your volantes 

It's plump I'm being honest, cause it's just nice 

You're looking different saying to yourself 

(This no right) 

Sure you cute, but you know you won't dismiss this plight 

When my chain keep binking like Christmas lights 

Get it right 

Photos 

(Yezzir) 

Yo what's up ma' 

You may not know Spanish, But you know Daddy Yankee 

Sin uso de esteroides 

Y tiendas aqui en Miami 

Latin hustler! 

Somos los duenos de los biscochos y los suplimos a costo 

You know mamacita tu si ere dinamita 

Y me la explota si te pones bien perrita 

Ten cuidao! el perro ta ajitao! 

Sacudelo cause your body is son fuego 

La vida real en mi corazon la llevo ma' 

Keep it going son los matones 

Con los pies en la tierra y la mente en millones 

Yankee Y Pharrell dandote la rumba buena 

Con my sabor que la comida de abuela 

(Hey girl!) 

Let's go finish at mi casa 

Trust me, it'd be proper 

I got muchos negros on my lache with the choppers 

If they suspect us, someone trespasa 

All you hear is BRRRAT and then scream, Cucaracha! 

Trust me, P is no pimp 

See I got heavy pockets, so I walk with a limp 

One night with he, and I'll make ya scream 

You'll wake up, (wake up) like it's a dream 

Call downstairs, tell em to make us P.J.s 

Right after that, dry cycle our P.J.S 

Right after that, book us a P.J 

What you mean, how? When you got money, it's easy 

This ain't dookie, ma, I'm not Green Day 

Wake up, you're about to miss your damn dream day 

Now everybody just sing what the screen say 

It goes