[high pitched laugh]
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[Juelz] I'm backkkkkkkkk
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[Ja'quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA
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[Juelz] I'm backkkkkkkkk
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[Ja'quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA
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[Ja'quaye] Y'all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana)
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[Santana] I'm backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh!
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[Ja'quaye] You don't wanna play around, we'll squeeze them ham-mers
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[Ja'quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana
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[Juelz Santana + (Ja'quaye)]
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Okay, I'm reloaded, okay, the heat's loaded
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Okay, now we rollin, okay (Santana)
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My fo-fo peace talking, sound oh so sweet talking
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Do mo, mo street talking, then Stone Cold Steve Austin
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And I bang it well, slang is well, shave it well
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Hell, you looking a preview of the Matrix 12
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L rock them, I'm hear to shake the bells
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Shake your bells, what's my name (Santana)
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You got that there right, I'm not that queer type
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Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right
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Fuck driving reckless, my mind is reckless
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Plus I stay with two time crime offenders
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I can't give it up, like an old man who can't get it up
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I'm not a man til this up
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So I'm rappin' badder, I'm back I'm badder
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Shit y'all probably thinking I'm taking rap Viagra (Santana)
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Got as many songs as 'Pac had on lock stash
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I can pop songs, just like I pop tags
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I do not brag, just watch fag
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I'm here to get the keys to the lock back
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Open the door, close it, and relock that
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Don't touch, stop that, it's locked black
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And guess what, I'm back, I'm baaaaaaaaaack (Santana)
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[Chorus]
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[Ja'quaye] Y'all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana)
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[Santana] I'm backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh! (Santana)
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[Ja'quaye] You don't wanna play around, we'll squeeze them ham-mers
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[Ja'quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana
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[Juelz Santana]
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Say hello to my little friend, hello before I pull again
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And show you my bullets friend, hello - my name please (Santana)
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Straight blam the lamma, for Cake stand behind ya
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And make plans to drop ya, I ain't Aunt Jemima
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Bitch, I ain't her to wine ya, I ain't her to dine ya
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I came her to pop ya, shit
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And I came here for lobster
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The whole damn shabang and they ain't brang the pasta (santana)
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Now I got to be rude, they ain't got me my food
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I'm not gonna be used, shots will eat through
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This kid's small body, and this big long shotty (What?)
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That'll just make shit hit all sloppy
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Straight out the block, I'm ready, straight out like rock I'm ready
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More proper, I'm straight out like hot spagettii
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It's rock n roll time, it's lock and load time
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Showtime, audios amigos, gotta go time
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Yeah, but I be right back at ya
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Twice back at ya, like Christ back at ya (Yeah)
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You be like damn "That's one nice ass rapper
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I kinda like that rapper, I wanna be like that rapper" (NOPE!)
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No but if you bite that rapper, I might bite back at ya
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With that right bell at ya, whoa, I know that might sound bad but
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It's....I'm Back
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[Chorus]
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S.A.N.T.A.N.A.
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| The Diplomats |
