| Hola! |
| Soy Celia CruzY estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando
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| CarnivalAzucarGuantanameraWe out here in Miami just shiningGuajila,
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| GuantanameraWorldwideGuan-tana-meraBout to bring it to you in stereoGuajila
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| voy, de na meda
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| Yo soy un hombre sinceroThat was then, this is nowWelcome to the Carnival,
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| the arrival c’monDe donde crecen las palmasSpanish Harlem
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| Oahh-eee-ohh
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| Boogie Down Bronx
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| Oahh-eee-ohh
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| Manhattan
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| Oahh-eee-ohh
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| Back to Staten
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| Oahh-eee-ohhGuantanamera
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| Hey yo I’m standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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| Guajila, Guantanamera
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| Hey, yo, I think she’s eyeing me from afar
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| Guan-tana-mera
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| Guajila Guan-tana-meraYo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
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| I asked her what’s her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
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| Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
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| On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
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| She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
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| Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
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| Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
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| Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
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| Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
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| If your name was Chun-Li, we’d be playin Street Fighter
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| Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
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| A dime if you tell me that you love meGuantanamera
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| Hey yo, I’m standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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| Guajila, Guantanamera
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| Yo, I think she’s eyeing me from afar
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| Guan-tana-mera
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| Guajila Guan-tana-meraSoy una mujer, sincera
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| Do you speak English?
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| De donde crecen las palmas
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| Can I buy you a drink?
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| Soy una mujer, sincera
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| Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
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| De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
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| You killin me
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| Y antes de morir, yo quieroCantar mis versos del alma
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| Te quiero mama, te quieroGuantanamera
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| Aiyyo I’m standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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| Guajila, Guantanamera
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| Hey yo John Forte, she’s eyeing me from far
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| Guan-tana-mera
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| Guajila Guan-tana-meraYo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your
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| pardon
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| Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
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| Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
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| Crab niggaz angry cause they can’t get between us
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| To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
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| The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
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| Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
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| She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
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| And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
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| And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
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| And waited patiently while the businessmen come
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| Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
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| And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
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| This gentle flower, fertility was her power
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| Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
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| Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dineraGuantanamera
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| Hey yo I’m standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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| Guajila Guantanamera
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| Hey yo I think she’s eyein me from afar
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| Guan-tana-mera
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| Guajila Guan-tana-mera |