| my changui has no borders
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| black and white, mestizo is my soul
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| coffee and sugar is what I like
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| with piano tumbao a good reggae ragga beat
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| I am France mixed with Africa
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| I am Spain with Latin America
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| step over I arrive
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| there is no one to stop me when I'm thrown
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| and I thank you for what you cause
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| because your joy sweetens my sangria
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| I'm going to Cuba to see my godfather
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| 'Cause he's the guy, he lights my way
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| this has ragga, oh my rumba is delicious,
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| lie down because it knocks you down
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| oh it sticks, oh it sticks!!!
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| sergeant has a babalao!
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| Sergeant has a I don't know what!
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| the one who guides him
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| that lights the way
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| they say that is witchcraft
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| another that is wisdom
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| what will he have, what will he have?
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| because he has a babalao, I don't know what, because he has
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| what is it that maria has?
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| give me the formula
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| I'm going to explain to you
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| the sergeant's formula
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| he has a lot of feelings
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| and a heart to love
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| his African heritage of him,
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| africa calls you…
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| oh what will it be, what will it be, that with the sergeant there is no coincidence
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| I'm having a good time,
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| enjoy it my brother I'm inviting you
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| I'm having a good time,
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| enjoy it my brother I'm inviting you
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| listen to the message that I carry inside
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| My Tumbao is not wrong, I'm sorry
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| changui with reggae ragga with son
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| is what I like in this song
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| with ragga and rumba, with raggaaaaaa!
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| I know you like it, you love it
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| this new beat till a dead lift
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| I know you love it
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| come and sing, like
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| I tell you the storm came,
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| I know you love it
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| what madness, deliciousness,
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| my rhythm knows no borders,
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| I know that you like it
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| black and white, mulatto I'm mestizo
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| look how i hurt myself
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| I know you love it
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| I am the son of yiya,
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| and in his house there is a seed
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| you like,
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| I know that you like it
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| I know you like it, spicy is how you like it,
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| hot! |