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S.a.n.t.a.n.a. lyrics by The diplomats

Album: Diplomatic immunity 2


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

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