Dura – Daddy Yankee

Daddy Yankee’s vibrant, ’90s-friendly dance video for “Dura” is such a refreshing visual, in how it disrupts the onslaught of today’s humdrum make-it-rain-and-pop-bottles musical spectacles. What’s more, the song itself is a tender-yet-thirsty ode to the girl Daddy’s got his eyes on.

With all those flirty notes and buoyant rhythms, what exactly is the singer trying to tell his ultimate crush? Find out below.

Editor’s note: The use of ‘hard’ is a play on lingo, a way of saying someone looks hot, in this case.

Lyrics in English

You’re hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

That you’re hot, hand up because you look good

Tough, mommy, you went beyond levels

You’re hot, watch how your skin shines

You’re hot, tell me, tell me, how do you do that?’ ‘

You’re hot, I give you a twenty out of ten

You’re hot, hot, hot

Verse 1

You are the machine, the dancing machine

If you do not have anyone, come to ‘arms, fall through

That perfume is felt in the air

Something like Argentina, you bring me the

Buenos Aires

You are powerful, half scandalous

There might be many women but you are something else

If it were a crime to be beautiful

I’d arrest you in my bed and put you in handcuffs

You have the touch, touch, touch

Look at the material, special edition

You have that touch, touch, touch

Forgive me, I had to tell you

Chorus

You’re hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

That you’re hot, hand up because you look good

Tough, mommy, you went beyond levels

You’re hot, watch how your skin shines

You’re hot, tell me, tell me, how do you do that?’ ‘

You’re hot, I give you a twenty out of ten

You’re hot, hot, hot

Bridge

I like how you move that ram-pam-pam

My mind scheming on a plan-plan-plan

If you leave me, that curve I give pam-pam

What is your recipe? I do not know, you’re good for eating

I like how you move that ram-pam-pam

My mind scheming on a plan-plan-plan

If you leave me, that curve I give pam-pam

Your beauty resounds, the others to the grave

Verse 2

One, two and three, let’s give them

Envy, so they shut up

Greetings to all the girls who

Paralyze the streets

What is your name? Where are you from?

Give me the number to get to know you better

And you have the touch, touch, touch

You look like a star in the uproar

You have the touch, touch, touch

You shutdown the Internet when you upload a photo

Chorus

You’re hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

That you’re hot, hand up because you look good

Tough, mommy, you went beyond levels

You’re hot, watch how your skin shines

You’re hot, tell me, tell me, how do you do that?’ ‘

You’re hot, I give you a twenty out of ten

You’re hot, hot, hot

Post-Chorus

You have the size, another like you, mami, there’s none

Stick it to me, give it boom bye bye

That you have the size, another like you, mami, there’s none

Stick, give it boom bye bye

That you have the size, another like you, mami, there’s none

Stick it to me, give it boom bye bye

That you have the size, another like you, mami, there’s none

Stick it to me, give it boom bye bye. yeah

Outro

The speakers are rumbling, for sure

Da-Da-Da-Daddy Yankee and a hard song

Urba & Rome

Hot, hot, hot
 

(via Billboard)