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letra de santana dvx - the lonely island


(feat. e-40)

[bottle pops]

what is that, cristal? (no!)
dom p? (h-ll no!)
(this is that carlos santana champagne!)
oh sh-t, santana dvx? that’s my joint!
(mine too, but a lot of these busters don’t know about it)
well let’s tell these motherf-ckers~!

[the lonely island]
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 a sparkling wine, to make a blind man sing
yo it’s the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandana
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 60’s, he had lots of freebie s-x
but now he’s gettin down with the dvx

excuse me fellas!
am i to understand that carlos santana has made a champagne?
(that’s right motherf-cker! here, try it)
alright [pops bottle] awwwwwwwww sh-t~!

[the lonely island]
i feel alive for the first time
each sip hits my lips like a landmine
without carlos in my life i was livin a lie
he makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cries
he’s a southwest, tie wearin bolo champ
comin straight out the box with a bolo champ’
yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pops
and the salsa fusion, he’s lady’s shoe producin
plus he teamed with rob thomas for a music revolution
on the 7th day, it was said god rest
but on the 8th day he made the dvx

gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about?
(carlos santana!) that’s right
i see b-tches-is enjoyin my sparkling wine
(we certainly are) well be careful
cause this sh-t’ll get you f-cked up

i’m like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine
santana dvx make you wanna have s-x (ooooh)
i’m rich b-tch! i’m havin my chips
get laid all the time, by 70’s chicks – uhh
won h-lla 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 b-tch with my hair (whip)
left coast up top i bang that sh-t
my sparkling wine’ll pop cristal on her lip
cain’t stop, won’t stop gettin my bread
pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred

[guitar solo]
ohhhh, san-tan-tan-tan-ahhhh

[the lonely island]
a monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
a queer drank a bottle and became a freak
a lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl

a horse drank a bottle, and f-cked a cow~!