Wyclef Jean, Carlos Santana - Three Nights in Rio lyrics
[Wyclef Jean, Carlos Santana - Three Nights in Rio lyrics]
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, let's go
No ambulance, no police sirens
To interrupt my silence, aha
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
Means I work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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 jumping
Beating on his wife while
The kids were watching
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
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
Means I work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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 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 serving the fries
So who better to know about a nine-to-five
Waking 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? Mucho trabajo poquito dinero means I
Work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar
Used to daydream at the stars
Praying if I ever make it
I'm gon' help my family make it
From the streets of Brooklyn
To the Jersey talent shows
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 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, aha
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
Means I work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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
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, let's go
No ambulance, no police sirens
To interrupt my silence, aha
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
Means I work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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 jumping
Beating on his wife while
The kids were watching
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
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
Means I work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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 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 serving the fries
So who better to know about a nine-to-five
Waking 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? Mucho trabajo poquito dinero means I
Work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar
Used to daydream at the stars
Praying if I ever make it
I'm gon' help my family make it
From the streets of Brooklyn
To the Jersey talent shows
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 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, aha
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
Means I work hard and have no money
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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