What is that Cristal? No, Dom P? Hell no! This is that Carlos Santana champagne, Oh shit, Santana DVX? thats my joint. Mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it. Well lets tell these mother fuckers!
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 him to you.
From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king, comes the sparkling wine to make a blind man sing, Yo its the champagne from the man with the bandana, I cant stand a food with anything but Santana
Whats the first name in champ? Its Carlos! And to that man i propose a toast In the sixties he had lotsa freebie sex, but now hes gettin down with the DVX.
Excuse me fellas, Am i to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne? Thats right mother fucker, here try it... Alright, Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh shhhitttt!
I feel alive for the first time, Each sip hits my lip like a landmine, Without Carlos in my life, I was livin’ a lie He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cry! He’s a southwest, tie-wearin’ bolo-champ Comin’ straight out the box with a bowl o’ champ Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release mixes jazz, blues and pop Add the sauce of fusion, his ladies super deucing (?) And he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution On the seventh day, it’s been said God rests, But on the eighth day he made the DVX!
Gentlemen, gentlemen what is all the hub-ub about? Carlos Santana?! That’s right I see you bitches is enjoying my sparkling wine We certainly are Well be careful because this shit will get you fucked up! Bitch!
I’m like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine Santana DVX make you wanna have sex I’m rich bitch, I’m having my chips Get laid all the time, by seventies chicks Won hella Grammies, bitches throw me their panties I’m prolly your daddy, probly nutted in your mammy I’m a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner Try to play me foul and my vipers’ll run up on ya A legend, a boss, that’s what I are Accidentally pimped, tryna be killin the guitar Not young enough to know better, but young enough to not care I get actin’, might slap a bitch with my hair West coast, up top I bang that shit I fucked her line and popped Cristal on her lip Can’t stop, won’t stop getting my bread Arenas and coliseums, now watch me shred
OH CARLOS SANTANA!
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