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Wyclef Jean( Nel Ust Wyclef Jean )
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Three Nights in Rio
Lyricist:Jerry Duplesis, Wyclef Jean
You knew we had to come back like this, right man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man, give me
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
When I was young they called me Robin Hood 'Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor Went back home, mama whooped on my ass Said, 'I'll be damned if I let you live like that'
Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin' Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' Later that day we was out on the porch And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spider man But then I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium I bring the vibe like the days of the tribe Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries
So who better to know about a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in peace From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey canny shores I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get some help Santana, let me get some help
This one goes out for those, who work for low income Keep your head up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, yeah
It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, yeah
Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son It's the world tour, too hot
You know I ain't leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible] Y'all know better, let's go now
Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana
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