Letra de Santana Dvx - The Lonely Island
Letra de canci�n de Santana Dvx de The Lonely Island lyrics
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/santana-dvx-the-lonely-island.php
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
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/santana-dvx-the-lonely-island.php
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
