Testo Guantanamo - International Version - Outlandish
Testo della canzone Guantanamo - International Version (Outlandish), tratta dall'album Bread & Barrels Of Water (International Version)
Mi casa es su casa
Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side
And I got all my morros in
Guantanamo
Just me and my familia
Guantanamo
Ay chico
Just idle the car while I went into the supermercado
Copped a Cuban hat, bootleg compay segundo
Bun barbecue, you know, Ill kebab on it
It's time, no blues bro, the barbies que baba
I give twenties and a couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school, learn biz
Tell them respect the old now, respect the old folks
Take my dinner with the don, couscous with parmesan
The sun is about to set, Hawaiian shirt, Havana cigars
Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars
I'm not gonna show your ass, pueblo, ghetto
Veteran cars, ain't no flat tires, just hold on
Or we can lounge in Tanger, not the one in Veitzenau
The one in Maroc, cruise the Atlantic from yours to my block
Some more hot sauce, some more sippin'
Some more palmas, some more baile
Mi casa es su casa
Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side
And I got all my morros in
Guantanamo
Just me and my familia
Guantanamo
Ahora ya en la Habana
Viejas calles con aire colonial
Los problemas no se ocultan
Pero hay dulzura al pasar
Las palmas como el Che
Orgullecen el paisaje
Voy cantando
"¿De dónde son los cantantes?"
Por mi isla mi compadre voy cruzando
Solo en short con mis gafas
Mi cheve sol ardiente
Hoy es un día especial
Porque hoy me voy pa' Oriente
A million degrees, you can barely move
Plus the salsa making it hotter in this Cohiba groove
So move, life is what you make it, it's that simple and plain
Sometimes you get sunshine but for now we got no rain
Mi casa es su casa
Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side
And I got all my morros in
Guantanamo
Just me and my familia
Guantanamo
Move it to the left, back up a bit, ok hold it there
We gonna watch the game though the signal ain't clear
Yo where I'm from they call it cricket, around here it's pelota
That's two great games coming from two proud cultures
You've seen them play their part on the streets from the start
Some of the greatest came from here, you know they got heart
Role models from the block deep down in a ditch
And they switch, hit a sixer ball, left man off the pitch
When lights out ain't got no electricity for the rest of the night
We don't care, lighters up
Bounce to this beat 'till the sun gonna come up
More hot sauce, more sippin', more palmas, more baile, more sunshine
Mi casa es su casa
Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side
And I got all my morros in
Guantanamo
Just me and my familia
Guantanamo
Mi casa es su casa
Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side
And I got all my morros in
Guantanamo
Just me and my familia
Guantanamo
Mi casa es su casa
Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side
And I got all my morros in
Guantanamo
Just me and my familia
Guantanamo
Credits
Writer(s): Saqib Hassan, Isam Bachiri, Waqas Qadri, Jeppe Bisgaard, Lenny Martinez, Yadam Gonzalez Cardenas
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