S.A.N.T.A.N.A — текст песни (Juelz Santana f Ja`quaye)

{*high pitched laugh*}
[Juelz] I`m backkkkkkkkk
[Ja`quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA
[Juelz] I`m backkkkkkkkk
[Ja`quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA

[Ja`quaye] Y`all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana)
[Santana] I`m backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh!
[Ja`quaye] You don`t wanna play around, we`ll squeeze them ham-mers
[Ja`quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana

[Juelz Santana] + (Ja`quaye)
Okay, I`m reloaded, okay, the heat`s loaded
Okay, now we rollin, okay (Santana)
My fo-fo peace talking, sound oh so sweet talking
Do mo, mo street talking, then Stone Cold Steve Austin
And I bang it well, slang is well, shave it well
Hell, you looking a preview of the Matrix 12
L rock them, I`m hear to shake the bells
Shake your bells, what`s my name (Santana)
You got that there right, I`m not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain`t steered right
Fuck driving reckless, my mind is reckless
Plus I stay with two time crime offenders
I can`t give it up, like an old man who can`t get it up
I`m not a man til this up
So I`m rappin` badder, I`m back I`m badder
Shit y`all probably thinking I`m taking rap Viagra (Santana)
Got as many songs as `Pac had on lock stash
I can pop songs, just like I pop tags
I do not brag, just watch fag
I`m here to get the keys to the lock back
Open the door, close it, and relock that
Don`t touch, stop that, it`s locked black
And guess what, I`m back, I`m baaaaaaaaaack (Santana)

[Chorus]
[Ja`quaye] Y`all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana)
[Santana] I`m backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh! (Santana)
[Ja`quaye] You don`t wanna play around, we`ll squeeze them ham-mers
[Ja`quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana

[Juelz Santana]
Say hello to my little friend, hello before I pull again
And show you my bullets friend, hello - my name please (Santana)
Straight blam the lamma, for Cake stand behind ya
And make plans to drop ya, I ain`t Aunt Jemima
Bitch, I ain`t her to wine ya, I ain`t her to dine ya
I came her to pop ya, shit
And I came here for lobster
The whole damn shabang and they ain`t brang the pasta (santana)
Now I got to be rude, they ain`t got me my food
I`m not gonna be used, shots will eat through
This kid`s small body, and this big long shotty (What?)
That`ll just make shit hit all sloppy
Straight out the block, I`m ready, straight out like rock I`m ready
More proper, I`m straight out like hot spagettii
It`s rock n roll time, it`s lock and load time
Showtime, audios amigos, gotta go time
Yeah, but I be right back at ya
Twice back at ya, like Christ back at ya (Yeah)
You be like damn That`s one nice ass rapper
I kinda like that rapper, I wanna be like that rapper (NOPE!)
No but if you bite that rapper, I might bite back at ya
With that right bell at ya, whoa, I know that might sound bad but
It`s....I`m Back

[Chorus]