[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