The Lonely Island — Santana DVX

[Intro: Andy, Akiva] *bottle pops* What is that, Cristal? (No!) Dom P? (Hell no!) (This is that Carlos Santana champagne!) Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint! (Mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it) Well let's tell these motherfuckers! [Verse 1: Andy, Akiva] As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true Santana champagne, from here to you From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king Comes a sparkling wine, to make a blind man sing Yo, it's the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandana I can't stand a flute with anything but Santana What's the first name in cham - it's Carlos And to that man I propose a toast In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex But now he's gettin down with the DVX [Interlude 1] Excuse me fellas! Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne? (That's right motherfucker! Here, try it) Alright {*pops bottle*} Aww Shit! [Verse 2: The Lonely Island] I feel alive for the first time Each sip hits my lips like a landmine Without Carlos in my life I was livin' a lie He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cries He's a Southwest, tie wearin' bolo champ Comin' straight out the box with a bolo champ' Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pop And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin' Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution On the 7th day, it's been said God rests But on the 8th day he made the DVX [Interlude 2: E-40, The Lonely Island] 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 [Verse 3: E-40] Bitch! I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine Santana DVX make you wanna have sex (Ooh) I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh Won hella Grammys, bitches throw me they panties I'm probably your daddy, I probably nutted in ya mammy I'm a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner Try to play me foul and my vatos gon' run up on ya A legend, a boss, that's what I are Ask about me pimp, 'tana be killin' the guitar Old enough to know better but young enough to not care I get active, might slap a bitch with my hair {*whip*} Left coast up top I bang that shit My sparkling wine'll pop Cristal on her lip Can't stop, won't stop gettin' my bread Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred [Bridge: The Lonely Island] {*guitar solo*} Ooh, shred the Santana [Outro: The Lonely Island, E-40] A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak A squid drank a bottle and became a freak A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl A horse drunk a bottle, and fucked a cow!