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The Wiseguys
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Caribbean Breeze
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)
Say…
(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 o' sugar cane,
'cause I just had to know where my roots came from. (Hey-o!)
Rum, Bermúdez, had me like coolin',
in the shade with my straw hat, comin' 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 sightseein'.
Feelin' like Rambo suckin' on a mango,
we could Lambada, we could just Tango. (Huh!)
Piña colada, 'cause every day's hotta,
ripe avocado, pollo asado,
at the break o' day, you hear the song from the gallo.
Chillin' in the tropics, ain't nuttin' but flat broke.
CHORUS x4
I got a icy cold fruit shake,
chillin' in a warm lake,
feeding on green grapes,
huggin' on a brown man,
welcoming a phat tan,
feeling like Tarzan,
wear my jungle shorts,
though much as I support,
('cause 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,
I'm not your everyday tourist.
I came with the same courage that my father left with, (Uh.)
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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 can't wait to go back to this paradise,
that's been so polite, (huh huh) I promise I'm right.
CHORUS x4
We in the heart of the forest, (Whuh?)
a native's 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 I'm 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 can't forget.
All my hard working people,
the blood-hungry 'moquito',
the Sally from the yard,
the quarry cab cars.
Sun, moon, the stars,
must take us beyond,
but I'm down, down to Earth,
'cause 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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