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CHORUS (x4)
Palm trees in the place,
melon in the race,
bananas in a case,
shades on my face.
Say what?
(ha haha ha ha haha)
Sayâ¦
(ha haha ha ha haha)
Say what?
(ha haha ha ha haha ha⦠ha⦠ha)
I got a plate of white rice, with peas on top.
Pop said,
plantain be my crop, so,
I hopped on a plane to land oâ sugar cane,
âcause I just had to know where my roots came from. (Hey-o!)
Rum, Bermúdez, had me like coolinâ,
in the shade with my straw hat, cominâ back, (Phat!)
Skin tone all tanned to black,
you can hear me then get back at the shack.
(Relax!) to the breeze of the Caribbean,
we could SCUBA dive, we could go sightseeinâ.
Feelinâ like Rambo suckinâ on a mango,
we could Lambada, we could just Tango. (Huh!)
Piña colada, âcause every dayâs hotta,
ripe avocado, pollo asado,
at the break oâ day, you hear the song from the gallo.
Chillinâ in the tropics, ainât nuttinâ but flat broke.
CHORUS x4
I got a icy cold fruit shake,
chillinâ in a warm lake,
feeding on green grapes,
hugginâ on a brown man,
welcoming a phat tan,
feeling like Tarzan,
wear my jungle shorts,
though much as I support,
(âcause I) could relate to the fact of being broke,
like the brakes that stop you from going forth.
The bright light blue sky got the reason, and I know why,
I just breeze him with a quick reply,
and exchange for his commodity for my currency,
Iâm not your everyday tourist.
I came with the same courage that my father left with, (Uh.)
and the pride that my mother gave him,
and the joy that the breeze brings, that make the birds sing,
and the leaves shake, I canât wait to go back to this paradise,
thatâs been so polite, (huh huh) I promise Iâm right.
CHORUS x4
We in the heart of the forest, (Whuh?)
a nativeâs not a tourist, (Come on.)
in a paradise, got a drink on ice.
(In my) deepest roots, and passion is a fruit,
clear blue skies and oceans, i always show the folk: (to the)
to the flag Iâm patriotic,
the girls are exotic,
watch the way we drop it,
from New York to the tropics,
from green grass,
palm breaks, now the stone got stepped on,
the way to success yo I canât forget.
All my hard working people,
the blood-hungry âmoquitoâ,
the Sally from the yard,
the quarry cab cars.
Sun, moon, the stars,
must take us beyond,
but Iâm down, down to Earth,
âcause I worship us.
So ladies first, (Uh.)
with all due respect,
the sacred intellect,
that make me feel best.
(Ener-ener-ener-ener)
Ener-gy from the Sun,
the cow-skin drums,
the dance and the tunes,
that make all people one.
CHORUS x3
MCs in the place,
live in yo face,
records in a crate,
New York is the state! (Uh.)
Ooooooh, and I like it.
(Under the sun!)
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