[Intro:]   El sol calienta alla en lo alto   Y la palma real nos alumbra   Orgullo de mi tierra cubana   Aqui no hay canto en vano      [Translation:]      The sun heats above   And the royal palm enlights us   With the pride of my Cuban soil   Here it can't be found   A song in vain      [Chorus]      Mi casa y su casa - Guantanamo   The grass is greener on my side - eh eh eh   And I got all my moros here - Guantanamo   Just me y my familia - eh eh eh      [Rapverse1 (Isam)]      Ey chico!   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       [Chorus]      [Rapverse2 (Lenny)]      El son de mi cuba   Me da los buenos dias   Desayuno y al salir   Todo el mundo ya esta arriba    Oye chico subele el volumen   Me encanta ese bolero   Y esta cola para el pan   Le da la vuelta al mundo entero   Ahora ya en La Habana   Viejas calles con aire colonial   Los problemas no se ocultan   Pero hay dulzura al pasar   Las palmas como el Che    Orgullecen el paisaje   Voy cantando   De donde son los cantantes   Por mi isla mi compadre voy cruzando   Solo en shorts, con mis gafas   Mi chevy y el sol ardiente   Hoy es un dia especial   Porque hoy me voy para Oriente      [Translation:]      The sun of my Cuba   Salutes me good morning   I take breakfast and come out   The whole world is already up   Hey chico turn the volume up   Coz I love this bolero   And this line to buy the bread, goes around the entire world anyway    Now picture La Habana   The old streets with colonel air   Problems can't be hidden   But you'll find sweetness at you pass by   The palms like El Che bring pride to the landscape   While I'm singing   "De donde son los cantantes"   Only in shorts with my sunglasses   My chevy and the burning sun   Today is a special day   Coz today I'm on my way to the Orient       [Rapverse2 (Waqas)]      A million degrees u can barely move   Plus la salsa making it hotter   In this Cohiva groove    Life is what u make it   It's that simple & plain    Sometimes u get sunshine    But 4 now we got no rain      [Chorus]      [Rapverse3 (Waqas)]      Move it to the left    Back up a bit   Ok hold it there   We gonna watch the game    Even though the signal ain't clear   Where I'm from they call it cricket    Around here it's pelota   That's 2 great games   Coming from two proud cultures   You've seen them play their part on the streets from the start   Some of the greatest came from here you know they got heart   Role models from the block deep down in the ditch   Then they switch hit a 6    A ball left man off the pitch      [Bridge]      Ouwee!    Lights out, ain't got no electricity for the rest of the night   We don't care, lighters up   Bounce to this beat, 'til the sun gon' come up   Mo hot sauce, mo sipping, mo palmas, mo baile   Mo sunshine      [Outro:]      Esto va para Alamar y para el resto de mi Cuba      [Translation:]      This goes out to Alamar and to the rest of Cuba