*featuring Carlos Santana
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You knew we had to come back like this, right man
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It's too hot in New York man, yeah
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It's too hot in New York man, give me
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Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
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No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, mucho trabajo poquito dinero
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Means I work hard and have a warm day
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Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
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I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
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It's too hot in New York I had to get away
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So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade
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When I was young they called me Robin Hood
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Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor
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Went back home, mama whooped on my ass
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Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that
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Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin'
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Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin'
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Later that day we was out on the porch
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And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in
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Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
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No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, mucho trabajo poquito dinero
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Means I work hard and have a warm day
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Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
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I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
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It's too hot in New York I had to get away
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So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade
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I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spiderman
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I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium
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I bring the vibe like the days of the Tribe
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Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries
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So who better to know about a nine-to-five
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Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes
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Now my daddy, he can rest in peace
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From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
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Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
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No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, mucho trabajo poquito dinero
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Means I work hard and have a warm day
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Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
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Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it
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From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey ? ?
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I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fall
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Santana, let me get some help
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Santana, let me get some help
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Eh, this one goes out to those who work, follow and ?
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Keep your head up, cos if I made it, you can make it too one day
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Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
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No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, mucho trabajo poquito dinero
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Means I work hard and have a warm day
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Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
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I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
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It's too hot in New York I had to get away
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So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade
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It's too hot in New York man
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It's too hot in New York man, ah
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It's too hot in New York man
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It's too hot, hey
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It's too hot in New York man, whoa
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It's too hot in New York man
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It's too hot in New York man
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It's too hot, hey
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Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son
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It's the world tour, too hot
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Y'all know better, let's go now
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Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya
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Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana
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Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya
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Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha
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Three Nights In Rio
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| Wyclef Jean |
