Outlandish - Guantanamo

Just idle the car while I run in to the super Mercado

Cop the Cuban bootleg compay Segundo

Gon' barbeque, ya know ill kebab

Only this time, no blues brotha

The vibe is Cuba

Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids

I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'

Tell'em; respect the whole nine

Respect them old folks

Take my dinner with the Don

Couscous with parmesan

The sun is about to set

Hawaiian shirts, Havana cigars

Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars

And I can assure ya ass my pueblo is ghetto

Veteran cars ain't no flat tire, just hold on

Or we can lounge in Tangier

Not the one in Vegas, naah the one in Maroc

Cruise the Atlantic, from yours to my block

Mo' hot sauce, mo' sipping, mo' palmas, mo' bailar