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The Lonely Island

What is that, crystal? (no!)
Dom p? (hell no!)
(this is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana d-v-x? that's my joint!
(mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it)
Well let's tell these motherfuckers!

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 bandanna
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 sex
But now he's gettin' down with the d-v-x

Excuse me fellas!
Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne?
(that's right motherfucker! here, try it)
Alright aw shit!

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 d-v-x

Gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about?
(Carlos Santana!) that's right
I see bitches-is enjoyin' my sparkling wine
(we certainly are) well be careful
Cause this shit'll get you fucked up
Bitch!

I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine
Santana d-v-x make you wanna have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella 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 goin' 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 bitch with my hair (whip)
Left coast up top I bang that shit
My sparkling wine'll pop crystal on her lip
Can't stop, won't stop gettin' my bread
Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred

Oh, san-tan-tan-tan-ah

A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
A squid drank a bottle and became a freak
A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl

A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow!

Written by LINDENBERG, UDO / KRAVETZ, JEAN JACQUES / SAMBERG, ANDREW / SCHAFFER, AKIVA / STEVENS, EARL / TACCONE, JORMA
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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