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Lyric: Three nights in Rio

  • artist: Wyclef Jean
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     You knew we had to come back like this, right man
  It's too hot in New York man, yeah
  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, aha ? dinero
  Means I work hard and have a warm day
  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 in 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, aha ? dinero
  Means I work hard and have a warm day
  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 in the shade
  
  I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spiderman
  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
  No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha ? dinero
  Means I work hard and have a warm day
  
  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 ? ?
  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
  
  Eh, this one goes out to those who work, follow and ?
  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, aha ? dinero
  Means I work hard and have a warm day
  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 in the shade
  
  It's too hot in New York man
  It's too hot in New York man, ah
  It's too hot in New York man
  It's too hot, hey
  It's too hot in New York man, whoa
  It's too hot in New York man
  It's too hot in New York man
  It's too hot, hey
  
  Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son
  It's the world tour, too hot
  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, haha, haha
  

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