Lyrics of Mayor Que Yo - Daddy Yankee

Mayor Que Yo (original)

Este menor que usted…
La quiere conocer…
Con su forma de actuar…
Me va a enloquecer…
La tengo en mí soñar…
Acaricio su piel…
Le quiero confesar…
yo…
No me importa que usted sea mayor que yo
Hoy la quiero en mi cama
Y no malinterprete mi intención
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Por eso he venido a decírselo
Que hoy la quiero en mi cama
Si no esta dispuesta, ya dímelo
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Dame un chance…
No me importa que usted sea mayor que yo oye
Te quiero aquí aunque tenga mil amores
Yo creo en el destino, oye
Tú sabes que Dios tiene sus razones
Eres mayor que yo, oye
Te quiero aquí aunque tenga mil amores
Yo creo en el destino, oye
Tú sabes que Dios tiene sus razones
Avanza, vamonos, dejemos de blablabla
Suelta la cartera, pa' la cama con el chachachá
Te miro y me miras, te me pego pero no haces na'
Dime porque, porque…
Vamos, así es que ellas mueven las poleas
Su carro lo fulea
Y boom boom, ella se come la brea
Llega a la disco y todo el mundo la lookea
Chulea, fua, tira un beso y se patea
Eso, beso con que se come con queso
Esto es un proceso, suelta de eso pa' los presos
Tú sabes, doña, como mi voz tiene peso
El perro quiere un hueso, avanza dame un beso
Fuimos, sacala en Bata que tu eres tremenda gata Con bata doña, con what the
hell Avanza, pongase la bata, dejémonos de lata
Te voy a dar por la culata, y…
No me importa que usted sea mayor que yo
Hoy la quiero en mi cama
Y no malinterprete mi intención
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Por eso he venido a decírselo
Que hoy la quiero en mi cama
Si no esta dispuesta, ya dímelo
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Dame un chance…
Yo soy un tigre
Por edad no midas el calibre
Prueba del menu y después me dices
Soy fuego en el Caribe
Mai, que las apariencias no te engañen
Ni permitas que la gente te cizañe
(Azota!) Porque tengo estilo de sicario
de la calle mi vocabulario
La gatita me mira fascina
Y a la vez se pone media guilla
Se da cuenta de lo contrario
Porque vio que yo tengo la capacidad
Que un joven requiere, sin usar intermediario
El chico sabe que esto es lo que hace
El tiempo que separe los niños de los hombres
El chico sabe que esto es lo que hace
El tiempo que separe con calma los colores
(Azota!) Porque tengo estilo de sicario
de la calle mi vocabulario
La gatita me mira fascina
Y a la vez se pone media guilla
Se da cuenta de lo contrario
Porque vio que yo tengo la capacidad
Que un joven requiere, sin usar intermediario
(Dame un chance…)
Dale, cuarentona, con tu corte de roncona
Suena las campanas que ya Wisin 'ta en la lona
Juguetona, como en la cama me arrincona
Aquella tiene veinte, pero se parece a Chona
Malandrona, con ese corte bien burlona
Tráiganme la linda, Wisin baila con la mona
Guapetona, y si tu gato te encajona
Quitate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
Quitate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
Quitate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
Quitate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
(Heyyyyy…)
'W', el sobreviviente!
Daddy Yankee!
Yandel!
(You know how we do, man!)
(We ready!)
Y el gato, Ranks!
«Mas Flow 2»!
Hector, el bambino!
(Hector, el bambino!)
Wisin y Yandel!
(Tony TunTun!)
(Representando!)
(Un junte pa' la historia!)
(En «Mas Flow 2»!)
(Entiendes?)
(En mas ningún otro disco!)
Jajajajaja!
Luny!
Lo único que te falta unir!
Es a Bush y a bin-Laden!

(translation)

This younger than you...
He wants to meet her...
With his way of acting…
She's going to drive me crazy...
I have it in me to dream...
I caress her skin...
I want to confess…
I…
I don't care that you are older than me
Today I want her in my bed
And don't misunderstand 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 her in my bed
If you are not ready, tell me
It's just that I can't stand the urge
Give me a chance…
I don't care if you're older than me
I love you here even if I have a thousand loves
I believe in destiny, hey
You know that God has his reasons
You are older than me, hey
I love you here even if I have a thousand loves
I believe in destiny, hey
You know that God has his reasons
Come on, let's go, let's stop blablabla
Drop the wallet, for the bed with the chachachá
I look at you and you look at me, I hit you but you don't do anything
Tell me why, why...
Come on, that's how they move the pulleys
His car drives him
And boom boom, she eats the tar
She arrives at the disco and everyone looks at her
Chulea, fua, she throws a kiss and kicks herself
That, kiss with which she eats with cheese
This is a process, let go of that for the prisoners
You know, doña, how my voice has weight
The dog wants a bone, go ahead give me a kiss
We went, take her out in a robe because you're a tremendous cat With a robe doña, with what the
hell Go ahead, put on the robe, let's stop being a can
I'm going to give you the butt, and...
I don't care that you are older than me
Today I want her in my bed
And don't misunderstand 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 her in my bed
If you are not ready, tell me
It's just that I can't stand the urge
Give me a chance…
I am a tiger
By age do not measure the caliber
Try the menu and then tell me
I am fire in the Caribbean
Mai, don't let appearances deceive you
Don't even let people scare you
(Whipping!) Because I have the style of a hitman
from the street my vocabulary
The kitten looks at me fascinates
And she at the same time she puts on half a guilla
She realizes otherwise
Because she saw that I have the capacity
That a young person requires, without using an intermediary
The boy knows this is what he does
The time that separates boys from men
The boy knows this is what he does
The time that calmly separates the colors
(Whipping!) Because I have the style of a hitman
from the street my vocabulary
The kitten looks at me fascinates
And at the same time she puts on half a guilla
You realize otherwise
Because she saw that I have the capacity
That a young person requires, without using an intermediary
(Give me a chance…)
Come on, forty-year-old, with your hoarse cut
Ring the bells that already wisin' ta on the canvas
Playful, like in bed she corners me
That one is twenty, but she looks like Chona
Malandrona, with that very mocking cut
Bring me the pretty one, Wisin dances with the mona
Guapetona, and if your cat boxes you
Take off the shackle, tell him that you get scared
Take off the shackle, tell him that you get scared
Take off the shackle, tell him that you get scared
Take off the shackle, tell him that you get scared
(Heyyyyy…)
'W', the survivor!
Daddy Yankee!
Yandel!
(You know how we do, man!)
(We're ready!)
And the cat, Ranks!
"More Flow 2"!
Hector, the baby!
(Hector, the baby!)
Wisin and Yandel!
(Tony TunTun!)
(Representing!)
(A get together for history!)
(In "More Flow 2"!)
(You understand?)
(In more no other album!)
Hahaha!
Luny!
The only thing you need to unite!
It's Bush and bin-Laden!