Guantanamera song by Wyclef Jean from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Haiti, Rap, En Español music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Guantanamera Meaning
| [[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] |
