Guantanamera Lyrics - The Carnival - Wyclef Jean

Hola! Soy Celia Cruz 

Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!) 

Guantanamera 

We out here in Miami just shining 

Guajila, Guantanamera 

Worldwide 

Guan-tana-mera 

Bout to bring it to you in stereo 

Guajila voy, de na meda 

Yo soy un hombre sincero 

That was then, this is now 

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

De donde crecen las palmas 

Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh! 

Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh! 

Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh! 

Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh! 

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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 

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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... 

Soy una mujer, sincera 

Do you speak English? 

De donde crecen las palmas 

Can I buy you a drink? 

Soy una mujer, sincera 

Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh 

De donde creeeeeeecen 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 

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita 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 dim 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 

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...