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Current song lyrics
[wyclef jean]<br />Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!<br />Spanish harlem!<br />Oahh-eee-ohh!<br />Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!<br />Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!<br />Back to staten!<br />Oahh-eee-ohh!<br /><br />[wyclef sings, then raps]<br />Guantanamera<br />Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira, guantanamera<br />Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajila guan-tana-mera...<br /><br />Verse one: wyclef jean<br /><br />Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba<br />I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera<br />Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play<br />On his old forty-five when he used to be alive<br />She went from a young girl, to a grown woman<br />Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn<br />Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar<br />Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide<br />Pac woman better yet space invader<br />If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter<br />Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss<br />A dime if you tell me that you love me<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Guantanamera<br />Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira, guantanamera<br />Yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajira guan-tana-mera...<br /><br />[singing in spanish, with wyclef responses]<br />{s}<br />soy una mujer sincera<br /><br />{t}<br />(I am a sincere woman)<br />Do you speak english? <br /><br />{s}<br />de donde crecen las palmas<br /><br />{t}<br />(from where the palm tree grows)<br />Can I buy you a drink? <br /><br />{s}<br />soy una mujer sincera<br /><br />{t}<br />(I am a sincere woman)<br />Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh<br /><br />{s}<br />de donde creeeeeeecen las palmas<br /><br />{t}<br />(from where the palm tree grows)<br />You killin me<br /><br />{s}y antes de morir, yo quiero<br /><br />{t}<br />(and before I die, I want to)<br />..<br /><br />{s}<br />cantar mis versos del alma<br /><br />{t}<br />(sing the verses in my soul)<br />Te quiero mama, te quiero!!<br /><br />Guantanamera<br />Aiyyo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira, guantanamera<br />Hey yo john forte, shes eyeing me from far<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajira guan-tana-mera<br /><br />Verse two: lauryn hill<br /><br />Yo, she was a rose in spanish harlem, mamacita beg your pardon<br />Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates<br />Pure traits of genius, goddess of black venus<br />Crab niggaz angry cause they cant get between us<br />To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion<br />The lexicon of lexington, parents came from cuba<br />Part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet<br />She like movado, and shook her hips like delgado<br />And broke niggaz down from the grounds to apollo<br />And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum<br />And waited patiently while the businessmen come<br />Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous<br />And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service<br />This gentle flower, fertility was her power<br />Sweet persona, venus flytrap primadonna<br />Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera<br /><br />[wyclef responds to singing again]<br />Guantanamera<br />Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira guantanamera<br />Hey yo... I think shes eyein me from afar<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajira guan-tana-mera...
New song lyrics
[wyclef jean]<br />Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!<br />Spanish harlem!<br />Oahh-eee-ohh!<br />Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!<br />Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!<br />Back to staten!<br />Oahh-eee-ohh!<br /><br />[wyclef sings, then raps]<br />Guantanamera<br />Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira, guantanamera<br />Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajila guan-tana-mera...<br /><br />Verse one: wyclef jean<br /><br />Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba<br />I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera<br />Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play<br />On his old forty-five when he used to be alive<br />She went from a young girl, to a grown woman<br />Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn<br />Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar<br />Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide<br />Pac woman better yet space invader<br />If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter<br />Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss<br />A dime if you tell me that you love me<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Guantanamera<br />Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira, guantanamera<br />Yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajira guan-tana-mera...<br /><br />[singing in spanish, with wyclef responses]<br />{s}<br />soy una mujer sincera<br /><br />{t}<br />(I am a sincere woman)<br />Do you speak english? <br /><br />{s}<br />de donde crecen las palmas<br /><br />{t}<br />(from where the palm tree grows)<br />Can I buy you a drink? <br /><br />{s}<br />soy una mujer sincera<br /><br />{t}<br />(I am a sincere woman)<br />Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh<br /><br />{s}<br />de donde creeeeeeecen las palmas<br /><br />{t}<br />(from where the palm tree grows)<br />You killin me<br /><br />{s}y antes de morir, yo quiero<br /><br />{t}<br />(and before I die, I want to)<br />..<br /><br />{s}<br />cantar mis versos del alma<br /><br />{t}<br />(sing the verses in my soul)<br />Te quiero mama, te quiero!!<br /><br />Guantanamera<br />Aiyyo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira, guantanamera<br />Hey yo john forte, shes eyeing me from far<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajira guan-tana-mera<br /><br />Verse two: lauryn hill<br /><br />Yo, she was a rose in spanish harlem, mamacita beg your pardon<br />Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates<br />Pure traits of genius, goddess of black venus<br />Crab niggaz angry cause they cant get between us<br />To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion<br />The lexicon of lexington, parents came from cuba<br />Part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet<br />She like movado, and shook her hips like delgado<br />And broke niggaz down from the grounds to apollo<br />And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum<br />And waited patiently while the businessmen come<br />Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous<br />And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service<br />This gentle flower, fertility was her power<br />Sweet persona, venus flytrap primadonna<br />Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera<br /><br />[wyclef responds to singing again]<br />Guantanamera<br />Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar<br />Guajira guantanamera<br />Hey yo... I think shes eyein me from afar<br />Guan-tana-mera...<br />Guajira guan-tana-mera...
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