Three Nights In Rio (feat. Carlos Santana)
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
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' 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
'Cause I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor (yeah)
Went back home, mama whooped on my ass
Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that (c'mon)
Meanwhile, next door neighbors jumpin'
Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin'
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 (let's go)
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' 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
I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spider-Man
I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium (yeah)
I bring the vibe like the days of the Tribe
Before I had the fame, I was servin' the fries
So who better to know about a nine-to-five
Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes (yeah)
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
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it
From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey talent show?
I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar 'til I fall
Santana, let me get some help
Santana, let me get some help
Eh, this one goes out to those who work, follow and come
Keep your head up, 'cause 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
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach (yeah)
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
It's too hot in New York, I had to get away (yeah)
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 (c'mon, too hot)
You know I ain't leavin' without shouting out Miss Celia Cruz (brr)
Y'all know better, let's go now
Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya (azuka)
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana (azuka)
Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya (azuka)
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana (azuka)
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
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' 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
'Cause I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor (yeah)
Went back home, mama whooped on my ass
Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that (c'mon)
Meanwhile, next door neighbors jumpin'
Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin'
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 (let's go)
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' 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
I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spider-Man
I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium (yeah)
I bring the vibe like the days of the Tribe
Before I had the fame, I was servin' the fries
So who better to know about a nine-to-five
Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes (yeah)
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
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it
From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey talent show?
I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar 'til I fall
Santana, let me get some help
Santana, let me get some help
Eh, this one goes out to those who work, follow and come
Keep your head up, 'cause 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
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach (yeah)
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
It's too hot in New York, I had to get away (yeah)
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 (c'mon, too hot)
You know I ain't leavin' without shouting out Miss Celia Cruz (brr)
Y'all know better, let's go now
Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya (azuka)
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana (azuka)
Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya (azuka)
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana (azuka)
Credits
Writer(s): Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis
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