Guantanamera Lyrics

Guantanamera lyrics

Intro-



Hola! Soy Celia Cruz 

Y estoy aqui con Wyclef,
celebrando el 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,
Guantanamera 

Yo soy un hombre sincero 

[Wyclef] That was then,
this is now 

Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon! 



[Wyclef Jean] 

Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh! 

Boogie Down Bronx!
Oahh-eee-ohh! 

Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh! 

Back to Staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh! 

Chorus-



[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 1-(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... 

Break-



[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses] 

Soy una mujer, sincera


Do you speak English? 

De donde crecen las palmas 

Can I buy
you a drink? 

[man joins in] Soy una mujer, sincera 

Uh-huh uh-huh
uh-huh 

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 

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 2-(Lauryn Hill)



Yo, she was a rose in
Spanish Harlem, mamasita 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 ?demp 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 

Chorus-



[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...