[bottle pops]      [Intro]   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~!      [The Lonely Island]   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]   Excuse me fellas!   Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne?   (That's right motherfucker! Here, try it)   Alright [pops bottle] AWWWWWWWWW SHIT~!      [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 pops   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 was said God rest   But on the 8th day he made the DVX      [E-40]   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   Bitch!      I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine   Santana DVX make you wanna have sex (OOOOH)   I'm rich bitch! I'm havin my chips   Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks - uhh   Won hella Grammies, batches throw me they panties   I'm probably your daddy, I probably nutted in your 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   Cain't stop, won't stop gettin my bread   Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred      [guitar solo]   Ohhhh, San-tan-tan-tan-ahhhh      [The Lonely Island]   A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak   A queer drank a bottle and became a freak   A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl      [E-40]   A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow~!