Guantanamera-Wyclef Jean/Lauryn Hill

[00:00]hola, soy celia cr�, y estoy aqui con wyclef celebrando el [00:05]carnaval! azucar! [00:07]guantanamera [00:10]guajira, guantanamera (wyclef) worldwide! [00:14]guantanamera (wyclef) i can bring it to your stereo.. [00:18]guajira, guantanamera (wyclef) that was then... [00:22]yo soy un hombre sincero (wyclef) this is now... [00:28]welcome to the carnival, the arrival. [00:34]come on! [00:35]spanish harlem (ooooey-o), [00:38]boogie down folks (ooooey-o), [00:40]manhattan (ooooey-o), [00:43]back to staten (ooooey-o), [00:46]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a.. cuban cigar) [00:51]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo i think shes eyeeing me from far) [00:58]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... [01:08]yo, i wrote this in haiti overlooking cuba. i asked her whats her [01:11]name she said guantanamera, remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to [01:16]play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. she went from a young girl to a [01:21]grown woman like a virgin, so she ****s with no average man, keep the figur [01:26]move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide, [01:30]part woman very yet space invader, if your name was chun-li wed be playing [01:35]street fighter.---a penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if [01:39]you tell me that you love me. (come on!) [01:41]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a-- cuban cigar) [01:45]guajira, guantanamera (yo i think shes eyeeing me from far) [01:52]guantanamera, [01:56]guajira, guantanamera..... [02:03]soy una mujer sincera..(wyclef) do you speak english? [02:09]de donde crece la palma (wyclef) can i buy you a drink? [02:14]soy una mujer sincera..(wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh! [02:19]de donde crece la palma! (wyclef) you killin... [02:34]te quiero mam? te quiero! [02:36]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a-- cuban cigar) [02:40]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, john forte, shes eyeeing me from far) [02:47]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... [02:57]yo... she was a rosa spanish [02:59]harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she [03:02]fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry [03:07]cuz they cant get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon [03:11]in lexington, parents came from cuba, part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to [03:16]her feet, she like movado, and shook her hips like delgado, and broke niggas [03:20]down from the grounds to apollo and then some! she took an accident to dempson [03:24]and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got [03:29]even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate streets secret [03:33]service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus [03:37]flytrap prima donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera.... [03:41]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a-- cuban cigar) [03:46]guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo i think shes eyeeing me from far) [03:52]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera. [04:03]a boy like that? he killed his brother? he killd his motha! **** [04:08]he killed his brother.... [04:11]sang happy to the nyc, to new jersey......