Wyclef Jean - Guantanamera (Carnabeat Short version) lyrics

Hola! Soy Celia Cruz Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!) (singing) Guantanamera (Wyclef) We out here in Miami just shining (singing) Guajira, Guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide (singing) Guan-tana-mera (Wyclef) Bout to bring it to you in stereo (singing) Guajira voy, de na meda Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) That was then, this is now Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon! (singing) De donde crecen las palmas (Wyclef Jean) Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh! Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh! Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh! Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh! Guantanamera Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajira, Guantanamera Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajira 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 s** with no average mahn Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar Fly like a bu*terfly, 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 Guajira, Guantanamera Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajira 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? Soy una mujer, sincera Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas You k**in 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 Guajira, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far Guan-tana-mera... Guajira Guan-tana-mera Verse Two: Lauryn Hill 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 (Wyclef responds to singing again) Guantanamera Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajira Guantanamera Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajira Guan-tana-mera...