Wyclef Jean Guantanamera Lyrics

[wyclef jean]
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
Spanish harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!

[wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira, guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think shes 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 whats 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 b___erfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac woman better yet s___e invader
If your name was chun-li, wed 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, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira, guantanamera
Yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajira guan-tana-mera...

[singing in spanish, with wyclef responses]
{s}
soy una mujer sincera

{t}
(I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak english?

{s}
de donde crecen las palmas

{t}
(from where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?

{s}
soy una mujer sincera

{t}
(I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh

{s}
de donde creeeeeeecen las palmas

{t}
(from where the palm tree grows)
You killin me

{s}y antes de morir, yo quiero

{t}
(and before I die, I want to)
..

{s}
cantar mis versos del alma

{t}
(sing the verses in my soul)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

Guantanamera
Aiyyo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira, guantanamera
Hey yo john forte, shes 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____z angry cause they cant 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____z 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 Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira guantanamera
Hey yo... I think shes eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajira guan-tana-mera...