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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyclef Jean
Vocals
Lauryn Hill
Vocals
Celia Cruz
Sampled Artist
Jeni Fujita
Vocals
Jerry Duplessis
Bass
Funk Flex
Sampled Artist
Ben E. King
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseito Fernandez
Songwriter
Julian Orbon
Songwriter
Pete Seeger
Songwriter
Hector Angulo
Songwriter
Marc Kinchen
Songwriter
Armando C. Perez
Songwriter
Héctor Manuel Angulo Rodríguez
Adapter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Jerry Duplessis
Producer
Rawle Gittens
Assistant Engineer
Brian Dozoretz
Assistant Engineer
Jay Nicholas
Assistant Engineer
Storm Jefferson
Assistant Engineer
Mike Roach
Assistant Engineer
Alex Olsson
Assistant Engineer
Warren Riker
Mixing Engineer
Manny Lecuona
Mastering Engineer
Testi
Spanish Harlem!
Boogie Down Bronx
Manhattan!
Back to Staten!
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajira, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
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 man
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
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajira, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Soy una mujer, sincera
Do you speak English?
De donde crecen las palmas
Can I buy you a drink?
Soy una mujer, sincera
De donde crecen las palmas
You killin me
Y antes de morir, yo quiero
Cantar mis versos del alma
Te quiero mama, te quiero!
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajira, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
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 sher 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
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajira, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Writer(s): Peter Seeger, Hector Angulo, Jose Fernandez Diaz, Julian Orbon
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