Guantanamo - International Version

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 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)
 Ahora y en La Habana
 Viejas calles con aire colonial
 Los problemas no se ocultan (No)
 Pero hay dulzura al pasar
 Las palmas como el Che
 Orgullecen el paisaje
 Voy cantando
 "De donde son los cantantes"
 Por mi isla, mi compadre, voy cruzando
 Solo en shorts, con mis gafas
 Mi chevy y el sol ardiente
 Hoy es un día especial
 Porque hoy me voy pa' Oriente
 A million degrees you can barely move
 Plus la salsa making it hotter
 In this Cohiva 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 (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)
 Move it to the left, back up a bit, ok hold it there
 We gonna watch the game though the signal ain't clear
 Yeah here I'm from they call it cricket, around here it's pelota
 That's 2 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 the ditch
 Then they switch hit a 6 a ball left man off the pitch
 Lights out, ain't got no electricity for the rest of the night
 We don't care, lighters up
 Bounce to this beat, 'til the sun gon' come up
 Mo' hot sauce, mo' sipping
 Mo' palmas, mo' baile (Más baile, vamos a Guantanamo)
 Mo' sunshine
 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 (Guantanamo)
 And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
 Just me y my familia (Guantanamo)
 Mi casa es su casa (Mo hot sauce)
 The grass is greener on my side (Mo sipping)
 (Mo palmas, mo baile) And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo)
 Just me y my familia (Mo' sunshine)
 Mi casa es su casa (Mo hot sauce)
 The grass is greener on my side (Mo sipping)
 Mo palmas, mo baile, mo sunshine