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

[Juelz + (ad libs)]
(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)

[Juelz + (ad libs)]
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)

[Chorus: Juelz + (ad libs)]
(Ya ll 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

[Juelz + (ad libs)]
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…)
The whole damn sha-bang and they ain t bring the pasta (Santana)
Now I got to be rude, they ain t got me my food
I m not gone be used, shots gone eat through
This kid small body, and this big long shotty
That will just make shit here all sloppy
Straight out the pot I m ready, straight out like rock I m ready
Or more proper, I m straight out like hot spaghetti
It s rock and roll time (time) it s lock and load time (Juelllllz…)
Show time, adios amigo, got to go time (Santana)
Yeah, but I be back right at you, twice back at you, like Christ back at you, yeah!
You be like damn, that s one nice ass rapper
I kind of like that rapper, I want to be like that rapper, no!
No, but if you bite that rapper,
I might bite back at you, with the Rifle at you, whoo!
Yeah, I know that might sound bad, but it s
I m back

[Chorus: Juelz + (ad libs)]
(Ya ll 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

[ad libs continues til fade]