Testo Santana DVX - The Lonely Island feat. E-40
Testo della canzone Santana DVX (The Lonely Island feat. E-40), tratta dall'album Incredibad
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 motherfuckers
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 here 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 cham-pan-yuh, from the man with the bandanna
I can't stand a flute with anything but Santana
What's the first name in Cham? It's Carlos
And to that man, I propose a toast
In the sixties he had lots of freebie sex
But now he's getting down with the DVX
Excuse me, fellas
Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne?
That's right, motherfucker
Here, try it
Alright...
Awwwwww shit!
I feel alive for the first time
Each sip hits my lips like a landmine
Without Carlos in my life I was living a lie
He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cries
He's a Southwest Chi-wearing bolo champ
Coming straight out the box with a bolo Cham
Yo, he a beast with the sugar and yeast mixed in a pot
Like the way his release mixed jazz, blues, and pop
And the salsa fusion, he's lady shoe producing
Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the seventh day, it was 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 enjoying my sparkling wine
We certainly are
Well, be careful, 'cause this shit'll get you fucked up
Bitch!
Unlike no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine
Santana DVX make you wanna have sex
I'm rich, bitch, I'm having my chips
Get laid all the time, by seventies chicks
Won hella Grammys, bitches 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 killing 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
Packed arenas and coliseums, now watch me shred
Oh, drink the 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
Credits
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Jorma Taccone, Akiva Schaffer, Udo Lindenberg, Jean Jacques Kravetz, Andrew Samberg
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