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I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world and your girl gets this message that you aint commin' back, she sittin back in her room, dalights is off, shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow) and this is what i tell her for you every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry, i ask myself why oh why, see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5, so ill be gone til november, said ill be gone till november ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo i be gone till november, ill be gone till november ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo ill be gone till november, january, february, march, april, may, i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november, ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha.. when i come back there be no time to clock, ill have enough money to buy out the glocks, tell my brotha go to school in september so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer, tell my cousin jerry wear his condom if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin, hip hop turns to the future of rock when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea you with the loud voice posin like your top choice, i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce, besides i got my girl to remember and i committed that ill be back in november. |
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I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world and your girl gets this message that you aint commin' back, she sittin back in her room, dalights is off, shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow) and this is what i tell her for you every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry, i ask myself why oh why, see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5, so ill be gone til november, said ill be gone till november ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo i be gone till november, ill be gone till november ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo ill be gone till november, january, february, march, april, may, i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november, ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha.. when i come back there be no time to clock, ill have enough money to buy out the glocks, tell my brotha go to school in september so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer, tell my cousin jerry wear his condom if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin, hip hop turns to the future of rock when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea you with the loud voice posin like your top choice, i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce, besides i got my girl to remember and i committed that ill be back in november. |
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{S} indicates the actual words in spanish
{T} indicates the translation into english --- {S} Hola! Soy Celia Cruz {T} (Hi! I am Celia Cruz) {S} Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!) {T} (And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!) [singing] Guantanamera [Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining [singing] Guajila, Guantanamera [Wyclef] Worldwide [singing] Guan-tana-mera [Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo [singing] Guajila voy, de na meda Yo soy un hombre sincero [Wyclef] That was then, this is now Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon! [singing] De donde crecen las palmas [Wyclef Jean] 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 I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey, yo, I think she's 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 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 mahn 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 standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajila 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 heart) Te quiero mama, te quiero!! Guantanamera Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far Guan-tana-mera... Guajila 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 niggaz angry cause they can't 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 niggaz 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 I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila Guantanamera Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajila Guan-tana-mera... |
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