Guantanamera - Zappaman

[ti:Guantanamera] [ar:Wyclef Jean] [by:Juvenal] [la:uk] Jean Wyclef Guantanamera [0:0]欢迎访问 我爱音乐 [00:00.00]Hola, soy Celia Cr鷝, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el [00:05.00]carnaval! Azucar! [00:07.00]Guantanamera [00:10.00]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide! [00:14.00]Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo.. [00:18.00]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then... [00:22.00]Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now... [00:28.00]Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival. [00:34.00]COME ON! [00:35.00]Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o), [00:38.00]Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o), [00:40.00]Manhattan (ooooey-o), [00:43.00]back to Staten (ooooey-o), [00:46.00]guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar) [00:51.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) [00:58.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... [01:08.00]Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her what's her [01:11.00]name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to [01:16.00]play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a [01:21.00]grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure, [01:26.00]move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide, [01:30.00]part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li we'd be playing [01:35.00]Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if [01:39.00]you tell me that you love me. (Come On!) [01:41.00]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) [01:45.00]guajira, guantanamera (yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) [01:52.00]guantanamera, [01:56.00]guajira, guantanamera..... [02:03.00]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English? [02:09.00]De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink? [02:14.00]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh! [02:19.00]De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin... [02:24Y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma. [02:34.00]Te quiero mam? te quiero! [02:36.00]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) [02:40.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, she's eyeeing me from far) [02:47.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... [02:57.00]yo... she was a Rosa Spanish [02:59.00]Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she [03:02.00]fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry [03:07.00]cuz they can't get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon [03:11.00]in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to [03:16.00]her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas [03:20.00]down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson [03:24.00]and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got [03:29.00]even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street's secret [03:33.00]service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus [03:37.00]flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera.... [03:41.00]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) [03:46.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) [03:52.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera. [04:03.00]A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill'd his motha! Fuck, [04:08.00]he killed his brother.... [04:11.00]Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey......