Tonalità: Db major•
Verse 1
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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!
Verse 2
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Db5
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
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dream came true
Cb
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Santana champagne, from here to you
Db5
From the heart of napa valley
and the guitar king
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 bandanna
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I can't stand a flute with anything
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but Santana
What's the first name in cham,
it's Carlos
Cb
Db
And to that man I propose a toast
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In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex
But now he's gettin' down
with the d- v- x
Verse 3
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Excuse me fellas!
Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made
a champagne?
(that's right motherfucker! here,
try it)
Alright aw shit!
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I feel alive for the first time Each
Verse 4
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Db
sip hits my lips like a landmine
Cb
Without Carlos in my life I was livin' a lie
Db
He makes his guitar weep,
but his champagne cries
He's a southwest,
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tie wearin' bolo champ
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Cb
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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,
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mix it in pots
Like the way his release mixed
jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion,
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he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas
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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 d- v- x
Verse 5
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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!
Verse 6
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Db5
I'm like no other, one of a kind,
my sparkling wine
Db
Santana d- v- x make you wanna
have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Cb
Db
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
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I'm a bay boy, city life,
Db
been around the corner
Try to play me foul and my vatos
goin' run up on ya
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A legend, a boss, that's what I are
Ask about me pimp,
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'tana be killin' the guitar
Db5
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
My sparkling wine'll pop
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crystal on her lip
Can't stop,
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won't stop gettin' my bread
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Pack arenas and coliseums now watch
me shred
Verse 7
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Db5
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Oh, san- tan- tan- tan- ah
Verse 8
Db5
A mon key 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
Verse 9
Db5
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A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow!
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