Guantanamera

[Intro: Celia Cruz & Wyclef Jean]

Hola, soy Celia Cruz

Y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el Carnaval

Azúcar

Guantanamera

We out here in Miami just shinin' (Guajira, guantanamera)

Worldwide (Guantanamera)

'Bout to bring it to you in stereo (Guajira, guantanamera)

That was then, this is now

Welcome to The Carnival, the arrival

(Come on)

Spanish Harlem (Oh, yeah, oh)

Boogie Down Bronx (Oh, yeah, oh)

Manhattan (Oh, yeah, oh)

Back to Staten (Oh, yeah, oh)

[Chorus]

(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

(Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera)

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlookin' 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 man

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 standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar

(Guajira, Guantanamera) Hey, yo, I think she's eyein' me from afar

(Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera)

[Verse 2: Jeni Fujita & Wyclef Jean]

Soy una mujer sincera (Do you speak English?)

De donde crecen las palmas (Can I buy you a drink?)

Soy una mujer sincera

De donde crecen las palmas (You killin' me)

Y antes de morir, yo quiero

Cantar mis versos del alma (Te quiero, mama, te quiero)

[Chorus]

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

(Guajira, Guantanamera) Hey, yo, John Forté, she's eyein' me from far

(Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera)

[Verse 3: Lauryn Hill]

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

Make stakes at a faster rate than she fornicates (In Spanish Harlem)

Pure traits of genius, goddess of Black Venus

Crab niggas angry 'cause they can't get between us

To no selección, smooth complexion

The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba

Part Mexican, pure sweet, Dons fell to her feet

She like Movado and shook her hips like Delgado

And broke niggas 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 prima-donna

Que será, que será she turned dinero to dinera

[Chorus]

(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

(Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera)

[Outro: Wyclef Jean]

Miami to the NYC

To New Jersey, Jersey