Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Album: THE PREACHER'S SON

Three Nights In Rio Lyrics

(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

 No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha ? 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

 Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor

 Went back home, mama whooped on my ass

 Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that

 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, aha ? 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 Spiderman

 I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium

 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

 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, aha ? 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 ? ?

 I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till 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 ?

 Keep your head up, cos 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, aha ? 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

 

 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, too hot

 Y'all know better, let's go now

 

 Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya

 Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana

 Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya

 Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha