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El sol calienta alla en lo alto
Y la palma real nos alumbra
Orgullo de mi tierra Cubana
Aqui no hay canto en vano
Mi casa es su casa (Guantanamo)
The grass is greener on my side (ah ah ah)
And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
Just me y my familia (Guantanamo)
Mi casa es su casa (Guantanamo)
The grass is greener on my side (ah ah ah)
And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
Just me y my familia (Guantanamo)
Ey, chico!
Just idle the car while I run in to the supermercado
Cop the Cuban hat bootleg, Compay Segundo
Gon' barbeque, ya know ill kebab
Only this time, no blues brotha
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and a couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'
Tell 'em respect the whole nine
Respect the 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 ya ass my pueblo is ghetto
Veteran cars ain't no flat tire, just hold on
Or we can lounge in Tangier
Not the one in Vegas, naah the one in Maroc
Cruise the Atlantic, from yours to my block
Some mo' hot sauce, some mo' sipping
Some mo' palmas, some mo' bailar
Mi casa es su casa (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 (Guantanamo)
The grass is greener on my side (Guantanamo)
And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
Just me y my familia (eh eh eh) (Guantanamo)
El son de mi Cuba
Me da los buenos dias
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