The Fugees are masters of descriptions, painting scenarios inside the listeners’ heads. Twenty years later, it should still be revered.įrom my first listen, I was amazed at how soulful and genuine the music felt. With their first album “Blunted On Reality” being highly underrated, the Fugees hit the right mark with “The Score” and became one of the most celebrated hip hop groups of the 1990s. Guajila Guan-tana-mera.This February marked the 20th anniversary of the Fugees’ best rap album win at the 1996 Grammy Awards with their second and final album, “The Score.” Comprised of Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel and Lauryn Hill, this dynamic trio delivered fans one of the greatest hip hop albums of all times.

I think she's eyein me from afar Guan-tana-mera. Guantanamera Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila Guantanamera Hey yo. Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some, she took her act sent it to ?demp sum? And waited patiently while the businessmen come Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service This gentle flower, fertility was her power Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera Guantanamera Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far Guan-tana-mera. Soy una mujer, sincera Do you speak English? De donde crecen las palmas Can I buy you a drink? Soy una mujer, sincera Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh De donde crecen las palmas You killin me Y antes de morir, yo quiero Cantar mis versos del alma Te quiero mama, te quiero!! Guantanamera Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar Guan-tana-mera. Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera' Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play On his old forty-five when he used to be alive She went from a young girl, to a grown woman Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide Pac Woman better yet Space Invader If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss A dime if you tell me that you love me Guantanamera Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar Guan-tana-mera. Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh! Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh! Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh! Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh! Hola! Soy Celia Cruz Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival Azucar!! Guantanamera We out here in Miami just shining Guajila, Guantanamera Worldwide Guan-tana-mera Bout to bring it to you in stereo Guajila, Guantanamera Yo soy un hombre sincero That was then, this is now Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival.

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