Wyclef Jean / The Carnival / Pablo Diablo (Interlude)


Your honor, I would like to call my first witness
to the stand.
All the way from East L.A., your honor,
Pablo Diablo.

Hey! Guantana mira. Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the
bungalows of Spain, all night in the park.
Eh, you would hear your music. It would be on the eighth
floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
Guantanamara!
Thank you, Pablo, for nothing. Jesus Christ,
what a moron. No further questions, your honor.


Pablo Diablo (Interlude) lyrics a property of Wyclef Jean or other owner!

Use search for a fast finding of songs lyrics

 

All song lyrics (and other creative works) are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
"Lyrics Rate" is a not-for-profit. Commercial use prohibited.
Design: David Herreman | Engine powered by Alexey Pivovarov
Copyright © 2006 LyricsRate.com