| Oh shit, Santana DVX? |
| That’s my joint!
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| (Mine too, but a lot of these busters don’t know about it)
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| WELL LET’S TELL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS~!
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| As a kid, I used to lay awake and think
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| When was Santana gonna make a drink?
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| But now I’m all grown and my dream came true
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| Santana champagne, from here to you
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| From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king
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| Comes a sparkling wine, to make a blind man sing
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| Yo it’s the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandana
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| I can’t stand a flute with anything but Santana
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| What’s the first name in cham — it’s Carlos
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| And to that man I propose a toast
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| In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex
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| But now he’s gettin down with the DVX
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| Excuse me fellas!
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| Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne?
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| (That's right motherfucker! Here, try it)
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| Alright AWWWWWWWWW SHIT~!
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| I feel alive for the first time
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| Each sip hits my lips like a landmine
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| Without Carlos in my life I was livin a lie
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| He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cries
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| He’s a Southwest, tie wearin bolo champ
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| Comin straight out the box with a bolo champ'
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| Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
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| Like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pops
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| And the salsa fusion, he’s lady’s shoe producin
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| Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution
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| On the 7th day, it was said God rest
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| But on the 8th day he made the DVX
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| Gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about?
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| (Carlos Santana!) That’s right
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| I see bitches-is enjoyin my sparkling wine
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| (We certainly are) Well be careful
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| cause this shit’ll get you fucked up
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| Bitch!
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| I’m like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine
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| Santana DVX make you wanna have sex (OOOOH)
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| I’m rich bitch! |
| I’m havin my chips
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| Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks — uhh
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| Won hella Grammies, batches throw me they panties
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| I’m probably your daddy, I probably nutted in your mammy
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| I’m a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner
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| Try to play me foul and my vatos gon' run up on ya
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| A legend, a boss, that’s what I are
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| Ask about me pimp, 'tana be killin the guitar
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| Old enough to know better but young enough to not care
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| I get active — might slap a bitch with my hair (WHIP)
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| Left coast up top I bang that shit
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| My sparkling wine’ll pop Cristal on her lip
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| Cain’t stop, won’t stop gettin my bread
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| Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred
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| Ohhhh, San-tan-tan-tan-ahhhh
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| A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
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| A queer drank a bottle and became a freak
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| A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl
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| A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow~! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Santana DVX , by - The Lonely Island. Song from the album Incredibad, in the genre Поп