Lyrics
El sol calienta allá en lo alto
Y la palma real nos alumbra
Orgullo de mi tierra cubana
Aquí no hay canto en vano
Mi casa es su casa, mmh (Guantanamo)
The grass is greener on my side, ah, ah, ah
And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
Just me y my familia, ah, ah, ah
Mi casa es su casa, mmh (Guantanamo)
The grass is greener on my side, ah, ah, ah (Guantanamo)
And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
Just me y my familia, ah, ah, ah (Guantanamo)
(Ayy, chico) just idle the car while I run in to the supermercado
Cop the Cuban bootleg compay Segundo
Gon' barbeque, you know ill kebab
Only this time, no blues brotha, the vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to 'em, stay in school, learn buiss'
Tell 'em: "Respect the whole nine, respect them old folks"
Take my dinner with the Don, couscous with parmesan
The sun is about to set, Hawaiian shirts, Havana cigars
Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars
And I can assure your ass, my pueblo is ghetto
Veteran cars, ain't no flat tire, just hold on (yeah)
Or we can lounge in Tangier
Not the one in Vegas, nah the one in Maroc
Cruise the Atlantic, from yours to my block
Mo' hot sauce, mo' sipping, mo' palmas, mo' bailar
Mi casa es su casa, mmh (Guantanamo)
The grass is greener on my side, ah, ah, ah
And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
Just me y my familia, ah, ah, ah
Mi casa es su casa, mmh (Guantanamo)
The grass is greener on my side, ah, ah, ah (Guantanamo)
And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
Just me y my familia, ah, ah, ah (Guantanamo)
El son de mi Cuba
Me da los buenos días
Desayuno y al salir
Todo el mundo ya esta arriba
Oye chico subele el volumen
Me encanta ese bolero
Y esta cola para el pan
Le da la vuelta al mundo entero
Ahora ya en La Habana