[ i couldn’t get a couple of chords ,
but i hope you’ll enjoy this beautiful song anyways ]
[ intro ]
[ wyclef jean ]
Dm
spanish harlem!
Am
oahh – eee – ohh!
boogie down bronx!
oahh – eee – ohh!
manhattan!
oahh – eee – ohh!
back to staten!
oahh – eee – ohh!
[ wyclef sings , then raps ]
Dm Am
guantanamera
Dm Am
hey yo i’m standing at the bar with A , cuban cigar
Dm Am
guajila , guantanamera
Dm Am
hey , yo , i think she’s eyeing me from afar
F A# C
guan – tana – mera . . .
F A# C
guajila guan – tana – mera . . .
[ verse one : wyclef jean ]
Dm Am
yo , i wrote this in haiti , overlooking cuba
Dm Am
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 sxx 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 . . .
[ spanish part ]
[ 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 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 . . .
[ i couldn’t get a couple of chords ,
but i hope you’ll enjoy this beautiful song anyways ]
[ intro ]
[ wyclef jean ]
Dm
spanish harlem!
Am
oahh – eee – ohh!
boogie down bronx!
oahh – eee – ohh!
manhattan!
oahh – eee – ohh!
back to staten!
oahh – eee – ohh!
[ wyclef sings , then raps ]
Dm Am
guantanamera
Dm Am
hey yo i’m standing at the bar with A , cuban cigar
Dm Am
guajila , guantanamera
Dm Am
hey , yo , i think she’s eyeing me from afar
F A# C
guan – tana – mera . . .
F A# C
guajila guan – tana – mera . . .
[ verse one : wyclef jean ]
Dm Am
yo , i wrote this in haiti , overlooking cuba
Dm Am
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 sxx 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 . . .
[ spanish part ]
[ 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 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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