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 got a problem, his name is 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 a 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 as Pac had on lock stash

I could 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 is Santana, Santana)

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

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

(Santana,im backk 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 came here to pop ya (pop ya)

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'll 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 right back 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 that rifel at ya, 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 is 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