03 Don Omar ft.Wisin y Yandel
Don Omar ft. Wisin Y Yandel Lyrics
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It is what it is
I'm the king
Yo soy Don
Conteo!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Que va pasando mi combo!
Mami tu la matas sola
Apodera esa tela
Si el record te controla
El negro te consuela
Rompe esa consola
Con Nelly la vuela
Como se musea
La Miss Piel Canela
Eah eah
Que es pura candela
Incienso why vela
A lo vieja escuela
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela
Eah eah
Que es pura candela
Incienso why vela
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela
Marchen!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
Ella sin ropa
Te flota en las tropas
Burbujas que se estrujan
Con un Champagne en copa
Si se pone las botas
La nota te explota
Hazlo suavecito
Que solita se azota
Se toca toa
Te aprieta como boa
Su beso de malta
Why te sabe hasta a cocoa
Ella anda con un combo
Que dice que va a toas
Eso lo vemos ahora ahora
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Que va pasando mi combo!
Socio no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote
Socio no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote
(Repeats till the end)
Marchen!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Que va pasando mi combo!
The song "Conteo" by Don Omar ft. Juelz Santana is a high-energy Latin dance track that encourages listeners to move along with the beat. The lyrics are filled with references to dancing, partying, and enjoying life. The song starts with Don Omar introducing himself as the "King of Kings" and emphasizing his status as the king. Then, a repeated chant of "Conteo" (count) sets the beat for the rest of the song.
Throughout the track, Don Omar and Juelz Santana rap about a group of people or "combo" that they are partying with. They encourage the combo to march together and make a commotion. They also introduce a seductive woman who is part of the group and seems to be the center of attention. She is described as someone who can dance and turn heads with her beauty. The chorus repeats the counting rhythm and emphasizes the excitement and energy of the party.
Overall, "Conteo" is a fun and upbeat song that celebrates Latin music and culture. It encourages listeners to let go and move their bodies to the beat.
Line by Line Meaning
King of Kings
I hold the highest status and power
It is what it is
This is the reality of the situation
I'm the king
I am the ultimate ruler
Yo soy Don
I am Don, a leader and authority figure
Conteo!
Count! Get ready!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
One, two, three, four, my group marches and causes a commotion
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Salte! Que va pasando mi combo!
One, two, three, four, jump! My group is passing by!
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto
One, two, three, four, the girls march and cause a commotion
Uno,Dos,Tres,Cuatro Que va pasando mi combo!
One, two, three, four, my group is passing by!
Mami tu la matas sola
Honey, you're killing it on your own
Apodera esa tela
Take control of the situation
Si el record te controla
If the music takes control of you
El negro te consuela
I will comfort you
Rompe esa consola
Destroy that console of music control
Con Nelly la vuela
Fly high with Nelly
Como se musea
Like a muse
La Miss Piel Canela
The Miss with cinnamon skin
Eah eah
Yeah yeah
Que es pura candela
She's pure fire
Incienso why vela
Incense and candlelight
A lo vieja escuela
Old school style
Ella tiene ese embrujo
She has that magic spell
Que a mi combo desvela
That keeps my group awake
No le des avena
Don't give her any outs
O te vas por pela
Or you'll get in trouble
Ella sin ropa
She's without clothes
Te flota en las tropas
She floats you in the crowds
Burbujas que se estrujan
Bubbles that burst
Con un Champagne en copa
With a cup of Champagne
Si se pone las botas
If she puts on her boots
La nota te explota
The note explodes on you
Hazlo suavecito
Do it gently
Que solita se azota
She enjoys it by herself
Se toca toa
She touches it all
Te aprieta como boa
She squeezes you like a boa constrictor
Su beso de malta
Her kiss of malt
Why te sabe hasta a cocoa
And it tastes like cocoa
Ella anda con un combo
She walks with a group
Que dice que va a toas
That says they'll go to everything
Eso lo vemos ahora ahora
Let's see about that now now
Socio no me ronques
Buddy, don't mess with me
Porque
Because
Vas a sentir el torque
You'll feel the force
No te toque
Don't touch me
Ni nos provoques
Don't provoke us
O te dejo caer el bote
Or I'll bring you down
(Repeats till the end)
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: WILLIAM LANDRON RIVERA, JOSIAS DE LA CRUZ
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