Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Nights In Rio, artist - Wyclef Jean. Date of issue: 23.11.2003
Song language: English
Three Nights In Rio |
| 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 |