Wyclef Jean - Guantanamera

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 [I couldn't get a couple of chords,
 but I hope you'll enjoy this beautiful song anyways]
 
 [Intro]
 
 [Wyclef Jean]
 Spanish H[Dm]arlem!
 Oahh-[Am]eee-ohh!
 Boogie Down Bronx!
 Oahh-eee-ohh!
 Manhattan!
 Oahh-eee-ohh!
 Back to Staten!
 Oahh-eee-ohh!
 
 [Wyclef sings, then raps]
 [Dm] [Am] 
 Hey yo I'm st[Dm]anding at the bar with a, C[Am]uban cigar
 Guajila, G[Dm]uantanam[Am]era
 Hey, y[Dm]o, I think she's [Am]eyeing me from afar
 [F]Guan-tana-[Bb]mer[C]a...
 Guajila G[F]uan-tana-[Bb]mer[C]a...
 
 [Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
 
 Yo, I wr[Dm]ote this in Haiti, overlooking C[Am]uba
 I asked her what's her n[Dm]ame, she said, 'Guantana[Am]mera'
 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:]
 
 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:]
 
 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]
 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...