[bottle pops]
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[Intro]
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What is that, Cristal? (No!)
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Dom P? (Hell no!)
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(This is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
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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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[The Lonely Island]
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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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[Interlude]
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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 [pops bottle] AWWWWWWWWW SHIT~!
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[The Lonely Island]
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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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[E-40]
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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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[guitar solo]
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Ohhhh, San-tan-tan-tan-ahhhh
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[The Lonely Island]
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A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
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A squid 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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[E-40]
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A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow~!
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Santana DVX
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The Lonely Island |