| Look at the black where she goes with that guy
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| The mambo queen dominates the streets
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| Poor of the one who approaches him and barks at him
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| Oh my mother! |
| what a mess
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| Who is she they ask around
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| Tells the legend of the one who cannot resist his charm
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| On the sidewalk when walking
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| Chicha ahead, chicha behind
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| Setting the pace to the rhythm of life
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| Her black eyes do not neglect a detail
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| She knows that in the jungle you can't get lost
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| You can talk but never trust
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| clear as water she likes things
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| With the palante look, always proud
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| Sometimes calm, sometimes dangerous
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| Sting like a bee, fly like a butterfly
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| That's how black is, that black!
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| The black woman has a tumbao, tumbao
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| And she doesn't walk sideways, sideways
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| The black woman has a tumbao, tumbao
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| Look at her where she goes, that black!
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| I'm not brunette, I'm black, learn it!
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| Don't be wrong with me, remember!
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| Hey ignorant racist, face it
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| you're going to have to put up with me
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| If I am born again I want to be what I am now
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| Of the same race, same sex and status
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| Always know how to resolve the situation
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| Put your feet on the ground, know how to ask for forgiveness
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| seize the opportunity
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| Think about pasta without exaggeration
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| Spending the days traveling with my people
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| That the routine becomes something different
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| And it is that health is in the mind
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| That's why I'm fine, that's why I'm strong
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| If you want something from me, come talk to me
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| If you want something from me come see me
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| The black woman has a tumbao, tumbao
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| And he doesn't walk sideways, sideways
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| The black woman has a tumbao, tumbao
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| Look at her where she goes, that black!
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| I like things well done
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| I must be lethal as a date
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| Because the enemy always stalks you
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| They are not going to steal my entire harvest
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| The black sows pa then collect
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| If your seed does not germinate, try again
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| That you do your thing, and I do mine
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| That way we will avoid mess
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| If you want something from me, come talk to me
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| If you want something from me come see me
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| Sometimes calm, sometimes dangerous
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| Sting like a bee, fly like a butterfly
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| That's how black is, that black!
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| The black woman has a tumbao, tumbao
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| And he doesn't walk sideways, sideways
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| The black woman has a tumbao, tumbao
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| Look at her where she goes, that black!
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| Here comes the black one, come on, and lie down now for a lao
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| Can't you see that this black woman arrives and dominates the Tumbao |