Lauryn Hill - Guantanamera - Sözleri

Hola! Soy Celia Cruz


Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival


Azucar!!


[singing] Guantanamera


[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining


[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera


[Wyclef] Worldwide


[singing] Guan-tana-mera


[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo


[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera


Yo soy un hombre sincero


[Wyclef] That was then, this is now


Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!





[Wyclef Jean]


Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!


Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!


Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!


Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!





[Wyclef sings, then raps]


Guantanamera


Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar


Guajila, Guantanamera


Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar


Guan-tana-mera...


Guajila Guan-tana-mera...





Verse One: Wyclef Jean





Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba


I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'


Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play


On his old forty-five when he used to be alive


She went from a young girl, to a grown woman


Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn


Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar


Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide


Pac Woman better yet Space Invader


If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter


Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss


A dime if you tell me that you love me





Chorus:





Guantanamera


Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar


Guajila, Guantanamera


Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar


Guan-tana-mera...


Guajila Guan-tana-mera...





[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]


Soy una mujer, sincera


Do you speak English?


De donde crecen las palmas


Can I buy you a drink?


[man joins in] Soy una mujer, sincera


Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh


De donde crecen las palmas


You killin me


Y antes de morir, yo quiero


Cantar mis versos del alma


Te quiero mama, te quiero!!





Guantanamera


Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar


Guajila, Guantanamera


Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far


Guan-tana-mera...


Guajila Guan-tana-mera





Verse Two: Lauryn Hill





Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon


Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates


Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus


Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us


to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion


The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba


Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet


She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado


And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo


and then some, she took her act sent it to ?demp sum?


And waited patiently while the businessmen come


Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous


And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service


This gentle flower, fertility was her power


Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna


Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera





[Wyclef responds to singing again]


Guantanamera


Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar


Guajila Guantanamera


Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar


Guan-tana-mera...


Guajila Guan-tana-mera...








		
			



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