S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm back (Juelllllz, Santana)

I'm back (Juelllllz, Santana)

(Ya'll got a problem, his name's Santana, Santana)

I'm back, uh-oh

(No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammers)

(Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana)

Okay, I'm reloaded, okay the heats loaded, okay now we rolling okay (yeah)

My .44 peace talking, sound o-so-sweet talking

Do more-more street talking, than Stone Cold Steve Austin

And I bang it well, slang it well, shave it well

Hell, you looking at the preview of "The Matrix 12"

El rock them, I'm here to shake the bells (Juelllllz...)

Shake the bells what's my name (Santana)

You got that gear 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 (nope)

Like an old man who can't get it up, I'm not a man 'til it's up

So now I'm rapping bad, I'm back I'm badder

Shit, ya'll probably think I'm taking rap viagra

Got as many songs than 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 (Juelllllz...)

I'm back (Santana)

(Y'all got a problem, his name's Santana, Santana)

I'm back, (Juelllllz, Santana) uh-oh

(No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammers)

I'm back (Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana) uh-oh

Say hello to my little friend, hello 'fore I pull again (Juelllllz...)

And show you my bullets friend, hello my name please (Santana)

Straight bring the llama, for cake stand behind you

Make plans to drop you, I ain't Aunt Jamima, nope

Bitch, I ain't here to wine you, I ain't here to dine you, I cam here to pop you

Shit, and I came here for lobster (Juelllllz...)