Santana DVX(Album Version (Edited)) feat. E-40

歌詞

What is that, Cristal? (No!) Dom P? (Hell no!) (This is that Carlos Santana champagne!) Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint! (Mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it) Well let's tell these mothafuckas! As a kid I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true Santana champagne from him to you From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king Comes the sparkling wine to make a blind man sing Yo it's the champagna from the man with the bandana I can't stand a food with anything but Santana What's the first name in champ? It's Carlos And to that man I propose a toast In the sixties he had lots of freebie sex But now he's gettin' down with the DVX 'Scuse me fellas, am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne? (That's right, motherfucker! Here, try it!) Alright. [pop] Awwwwww shit! I feel alive for the first time Each sip hits my lips like a land mine Without Carlos in my life I was livin' a lie He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cry He's a southwest tie-wearin' bolo champ Comin' straight out the box with a bono champ' Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast mixed in a pot Like the way his reliefs mix jazz, blues and pop And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin' Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution On the seventh day it's been said God rest But on the eighth day he made the DVX Gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about? (Carlos Santana?) That's right I see you bitches is enjoyin' my sparkling wine (We certainly are) Well be careful 'Cause this shit'll get you fucked up, bitch! I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine Santana DVX make you wanna have sex I'm rich, bitch, I'm havin' my chips Get laid all the time, by seventies chicks Won hella Grammies, batches throw me they panties I'm probably your daddy, I probably nutted in your mammy I'm a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner Try to play me foul and my vatos gon' run up on ya A legend, a boss, that's what I are Ask about me pimp, 'tana be killin' the guitar Old enough to know better but young enough to not care I get active - might slap a bitch with my hair Left coast up top I bang that shit My sparkling wine'll pop Cristal on her lip Can't stop, won't stop getting my bread Pack arenas and coliseums, now watch me shred (Ohhhhh shit it's Santana) A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak A squid drank a bottle and became a freak A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl A horse drunk a bottle and fucked a cow