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Oahh-eee-ohh!\n\nGuantanamera\nHey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\nGuajila, Guantanamera\nHey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\nGuan-tana-mera...\nGuajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\nVerse One: Wyclef Jean\n\nYo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba\nI asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'\nRemind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play\nOn his old forty-five when he used to be alive\nShe went from a young girl, to a grown woman\nLike a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn\nPeep the figure, move like a caterpillar\nFly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide\nPac Woman better yet Space Invader\nIf your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter\nPenny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss\nA dime if you tell me that you love me\n\nGuantanamera\nHey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\nGuajila, Guantanamera\nYo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\nGuan-tana-mera...\nGuajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\nSoy una mujer, sincera\nDo you speak English?\nDe donde crecen las palmas\nCan I buy you a drink?\nSoy una mujer, sincera\nUh-huh uh-huh uh-huh\nDe donde creeeeeeecen las palmas\nYou killin me\nY antes de morir, yo quiero\n.\ncantar mis versos del alma\nTe quiero mama, te quiero!\n\nGuantanamera\nAiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\nGuajila, Guantanamera\nHey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far\nGuan-tana-mera...\nGuajila Guan-tana-mera\n\nYo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon\nMake stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates\nPure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus\nCrab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us\nto no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion\nThe lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba\nPart Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet\nShe like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado\nAnd broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo\nand then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum\nAnd waited patiently while the businessmen come\nCall late on purpose, got even politicians nervous\nAnd made plans to infiltrate the street secret service\nThis gentle flower, fertility was her power\nSweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna\nQue sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera\n\nGuantanamera\nHey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\nGuajila Guantanamera\nHey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar\nGuan-tana-mera...\nGuajila Guan-tana-mera...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Guantanamera\n artist: Wyclef Jean\n album: Wyclef Jean\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hola! Soy Celia Cruz\n Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!)\n Guantanamera\n We out here in Miami just shining\n Guajila, Guantanamera\n Worldwide\n Guan-tana-mera\n Bout to bring it to you in stereo\n Guajila voy, de na meda\n Yo soy un hombre sincero\n That was then, this is now\n Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!\n De donde crecen las palmas\n\n Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n\n Guantanamera\n Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila, Guantanamera\n Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\n Verse One: Wyclef Jean\n\n Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba\n I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'\n Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play\n On his old forty-five when he used to be alive\n She went from a young girl, to a grown woman\n Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn\n Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar\n Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide\n Pac Woman better yet Space Invader\n If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter\n Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss\n A dime if you tell me that you love me\n\n Guantanamera\n Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila, Guantanamera\n Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\n Soy una mujer, sincera\n Do you speak English?\n De donde crecen las palmas\n Can I buy you a drink?\n Soy una mujer, sincera\n Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh\n De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas\n You killin me\n Y antes de morir, yo quiero\n .\n cantar mis versos del alma\n Te quiero mama, te quiero!\n\n Guantanamera\n Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila, Guantanamera\n Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera\n\n Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon\n Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates\n Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus\n Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us\n to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion\n The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba\n Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet\n She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado\n And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo\n and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum\n And waited patiently while the businessmen come\n Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous\n And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service\n This gentle flower, fertility was her power\n Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna\n Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera\n\n Guantanamera\n Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila Guantanamera\n Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n"},{"id":18525840,"name":"Guantanamera","trackName":"Guantanamera","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Wyclef Jean - The Carnival","duration":270.524082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hola! Soy Celia Cruz\nY estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!)\nGuantanamera\nWe out here in Miami just shining\nGuajila, Guantanamera\nWorldwide\nGuan-tana-mera\nBout to bring it to you in stereo\nGuajila voy, de na meda\nYo soy un hombre sincero\nThat was then, this is now\nWelcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!\nDe donde crecen las palmas\n\nSpanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBoogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nManhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBack to Staten! 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I think she's eyein me from afar\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n"},{"id":16286635,"name":"Guantanamera","trackName":"Guantanamera","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Wyclef Jean: Greatest Hits","duration":271.542857,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hola! Soy Celia Cruz\nY estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!)\nGuantanamera\nWe out here in Miami just shining\nGuajila, Guantanamera\nWorldwide\nGuan-tana-mera\nBout to bring it to you in stereo\nGuajila voy, de na meda\nYo soy un hombre sincero\nThat was then, this is now\nWelcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!\nDe donde crecen las palmas\n\nSpanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBoogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nManhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBack to Staten! 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Soy Celia Cruz\nY estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!)\nGuantanamera\nWe out here in Miami just shining\nGuajila, Guantanamera\nWorldwide\nGuan-tana-mera\nBout to bring it to you in stereo\nGuajila voy, de na meda\nYo soy un hombre sincero\nThat was then, this is now\nWelcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!\nDe donde crecen las palmas\n\nSpanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBoogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nManhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBack to Staten! 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Oahh-eee-ohh!\n\n Guantanamera\n Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila, Guantanamera\n Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\n Verse One: Wyclef Jean\n\n Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba\n I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'\n Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play\n On his old forty-five when he used to be alive\n She went from a young girl, to a grown woman\n Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn\n Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar\n Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide\n Pac Woman better yet Space Invader\n If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter\n Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss\n A dime if you tell me that you love me\n\n Guantanamera\n Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila, Guantanamera\n Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\n Soy una mujer, sincera\n Do you speak English?\n De donde crecen las palmas\n Can I buy you a drink?\n Soy una mujer, sincera\n Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh\n De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas\n You killin me\n Y antes de morir, yo quiero\n .\n cantar mis versos del alma\n Te quiero mama, te quiero!\n\n Guantanamera\n Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila, Guantanamera\n Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far\n Guan-tana-mera...\n Guajila Guan-tana-mera\n\n Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon\n Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates\n Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus\n Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us\n to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion\n The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba\n Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet\n She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado\n And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo\n and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum\n And waited patiently while the businessmen come\n Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous\n And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service\n This gentle flower, fertility was her power\n Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna\n Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera\n\n Guantanamera\n Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n Guajila Guantanamera\n Hey yo... 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