Key: Db major
Verse 1
C
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
C
C5
As a kid, I used to lay awake and think
C
When was Santana gonna make a drink?
C5
But now I'm all grown and my
C
dream came true
Bb
C
Santana champagne, from here to you
C5
From the heart of napa valley
and the guitar king
Comes a sparkling wine,
to make a blind man sing
C
Yo it's the cham- pan- yah,
from the man with the bandanna
C5
I can't stand a flute with anything
C
but Santana
What's the first name in cham,
it's Carlos
Bb
C
And to that man I propose a toast
C5
C
In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex
But now he's gettin' down
with the d- v- x
Verse 3
C
Excuse me fellas!
Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made
a champagne?
(that's right motherfucker! here,
try it)
Alright aw shit!
C5
I feel alive for the first time Each
Verse 4
C5
C
sip hits my lips like a landmine
Bb
Without Carlos in my life I was livin' a lie
C
He makes his guitar weep,
but his champagne cries
He's a southwest,
C5
tie wearin' bolo champ
C
Bb
C
Comin' straight out the box
with a bolo champ'
C5
Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast,
C
mix it in pots
Like the way his release mixed
jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion,
C5
he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas
C
for a music revolution
C5
On the 7th day, it was said god rest
C
But on the 8th day he made
the d- v- x
Verse 5
C
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
C
C5
I'm like no other, one of a kind,
my sparkling wine
C
Santana d- v- x make you wanna
have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Bb
C
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
C5
I'm a bay boy, city life,
C
been around the corner
Try to play me foul and my vatos
goin' run up on ya
C5
A legend, a boss, that's what I are
Ask about me pimp,
C
'tana be killin' the guitar
C5
Old enough to know better but
young enough to not care
C
I get active - might slap a bitch
with my hair (whip)
C5
Left coast up top I bang that shit
My sparkling wine'll pop
C
crystal on her lip
Can't stop,
C5
won't stop gettin' my bread
C
Pack arenas and coliseums now watch
me shred
Verse 7
C
C5
C
Oh, san- tan- tan- tan- ah
Verse 8
C5
A mon key drank a bottle
and learned to speak
C
A squid drank a bottle and became a freak
C5
A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl
Verse 9
C5
C
A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow!
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