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)
