Santana DVX (feat. E-40)

What is that, Crystal? (No)

Dom P? (Hell no)

(This is that Carlos Santana champagne)

Oh shit, Santana DVX? 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 sparkly wine to make a blind man sing

Yo, it's the champagne 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 sex

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, 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 pop

And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin'

Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution

On the seventh day, it was said God rest

But on the eighth day, he made the DVX

Gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about? (Carlos Santana)

That's right, I see you 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 DVX make you wanna have sex

I'm rich, bitch, I'm havin' my chips

Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks

Won hella Grammys, bitches throw me they panties

I'm prob'ly your daddy, I prolly 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

That's about it 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

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