Lyrics Cuban Woman (feat. Ozomatli & Garfield) - Chali 2na, Ozomatli, Garfield

Cuban Woman (feat. Ozomatli & Garfield)

The night we leave I gotta travel to her vendor
And lend the quan terminal with tony Montana
Surrounded by sun saying in Spanish grammar
Beautiful images are capture withing the camera
Wayne put the ozone band (?) understand we in the whippings of the culture (?)
Cause I’m a fan+.
A chance to learn a crime from a master
Or the opportunity, what more can you ask for?
We move across to Tiguana Boya, then we fatigue Iguana
To the Monolith Shoya.
The shit, that’s in the airport
Got to Atlanta and they never stamped my passport
A lucky man, huh?
Clear customs, a rear bus, count sacks
Players sick 'em from the Benz, bus (?)
I’m on a plane, I’m thinking we dun' came a lifetime away
I’m fine, talk, finna meet my future wife while I play area
(Hook)
Beautiful Cuban woman
After we play all day
Come to my private party
Pass the night away
Dirty Havana woman
After we play all day
Come to my private party
Pass the night away
More than I could imagine, the phantom on this tropical island
The magic, I live for it.
I wish I could sit in, like
Time stopped, a detective from the 50', felt like I’m around clock
Thought that this is the world, we bounce spot
Breaking the tongue, making the music sound hot
Found ourselves at the party, whip the motors, leathers play
And the Cuban women were everywhere, all day
One sister in particular was the one I was checking for
Standing by the side of the stage, close to the exit door
I had to catch her before her and her friend left
Infatuated then paused to be a princess
Caught my interest, I like the way she walke inside her thin dress
So my eyes followed.
One problem, I probly couldn’t manage
I couldn’t speak Spanigh.
(Word?)
This is for my woman, said
(Hook)
Beautiful Cuban woman
After we play all day
Come to my private party
Pass the night away
Dirty Havana woman
After we play all day
Come to my private party
Pass the night away
I can’t speak Spanish.
Then she came and spoke to me
And said something that I couldn’t understand truly
My homie in the band was a Mexican descendant
My daddy knew exactly where she went
She said: «Can you make love as good as you can rap?»
I smiled to her, my face said yep
«Can I get to know you better?»
My homie told her in Spanish
She said «it's cool», she was down for whatever
She grabbed my hand and we walked out the door
My homie tagged along, just a translate support
My God, I’d like to eat just to make the night complete
She promised to cook me breakfast if I liked what she had
It’s cool.
So we went back to her place
The room in the back is her space
Assuming my man can get me pass first base
I was more than attracted to her face, in the first place
She was
(Hook)
Beautiful Cuban woman
After we play all day
Come to my private party
Pass the night away
Dirty Havana woman
After we play all day
Come to my private party
Pass the night away