| Uh-oh, it’s Santana the Great, oh
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| Uh-oh, it’s Santana the Great, oh
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| Uh-oh, it’s Santana the Great, oh
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| Bandana his face, blam, hammer escape, oh
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| Uh-oh, it’s Santana the Great, oh
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| Uh-oh, it’s Santana the Great, oh
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| Uh-oh, it’s Santana the Great, oh
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| Holla at your boy, oh, holla at your
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| Y’all know what crack sound like homay
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| Or what the mac sound like when it’s strapped on me, please back off me
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| Before this mac that’s strapped on me, gets snatched off me
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| Cocked back used to crash your homies, oh
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| Y’all can’t fuck with me man, I gurantee man
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| It’s Santana the rap +He-man+
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| Y’all +skeltors+ get your melons torched when this weapon sart letting off
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| Santana no, don’t hurt 'em, don’t squirt 'em
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| Don’t let the nine burn 'em in the sternum
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| They don’t wanna go to war with ya'
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| They ain’t ready to bang or go to war with ya'
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| So leave 'em alone, don’t feed 'em the chrome
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| Y’all labels’ll to stop watching me
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| I tried to tell you before, I was ready, I was always hot property
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| Now look, I’m Diplomat slash ROC property
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| Stash rocks propbably, fucka, you’re not stopping me
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| I’m so. |
| gangsta, it’s no one just like me
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| Smooth thug, will Pretty Tony your wifey
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| So you better keep your bitch away
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| Cause I will get her number, call her up, make her my bitch today
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| Y’all can’t fuck with the «Great"Santana, banada give in clips and weight
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| Hammers will split your face, shift your waist, to a different place
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| Next thing you know, I’m in a different state
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| Back next month, new whip, different plate
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| Damn, Santana delivery the raw
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| Delivery the four, for sure man, I did it before
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| So if your bitch is a whore, don’t fight for her
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| Don’t waste your life for her, trying to make it right for her
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| With all that frontin' your doin, and stuntin' you’re doin
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| I’ll shoot the bump while you moving and shut you from moving
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| Y’all niggaz don’t ride like I do
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| Slide through in that 7−4-5 blue, right beside who? |
| Killa
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| Where Jones, in the pick-up truck
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| Yeah we use that to pick up stuff, pick up bucks
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| And my Denali is often parked, inside of my condo
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| How much did he sign fo?
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| Oh, I bet you wanna know that money
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| Yeah I bet you I wont show that money
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| I keep it stashed away, right next to the 4−4, money
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| Keep a lo-pro money, this is slo-mo money
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| I’m used to that fast crack, bag crack
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| Re-cook bag that, give it out, half that
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| If it still bags, have stacks
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| No more running back to me, coming back to me
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| I’m on the corner with a hundred packs of these
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| Damn, oh, he got the purple |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Juelz Santana , by - The Diplomats. Song from the album Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп