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 mother fuckers      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 him to you      From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king   Comes the sparkling wine to make a blind man sing   Yo, it's the champagne from the man with the bandana   I can't stand a food with anything but Santana      What's the first name in champ? It's Carlos   And to that man I propose a toast   In the sixties, he had lotsa freebie sex   But now he's getting down with the DVX      Excuse me fellas, am I to understand   That Carlos Santana has made a champagne?   That's right mother fucker, here try it   Alright, ah shit      I feel alive for the first time   Each sip hits my lip like a landmine   Without Carlos in my life, I was living a lie   He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cry   He's a southwest, tie-wearing bolo-champ   Coming straight out the box with a bowl o' champ      Yo, he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots   Like the way his release mixes jazz, blues and pop   Add the sauce of fusion, his ladies super deucing   Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution   On the seventh day, it's been said God rests   But on the eighth day, he made the DVX      Gentlemen, gentlemen what is all the hub-ub about?   Carlos Santana? That's right I see you   Bitches is enjoying my sparkling wine, we certainly are   Well, be careful because this shit will get you fucked up   Bitch      I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine   Santana DVX make you wanna have sex   I'm rich bitch, I'm having my chips   Get laid all the time, by seventies chicks      Won hella Grammies, bitches throw me their panties   I'm prolly your daddy, probly nutted in your mammy   I'm a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner   Try to play me foul and my vipers'll run up on ya      A legend, a boss, that's what I are   Accidentally pimped, tryna be killing the guitar   Not young enough to know better, but young enough to not care   I get acting, might slap a bitch with my hair      West coast, up top I bang that shit   I fucked her line and popped Cristal on her lip   Can't stop, won't stop getting my bread   Packed arenas and coliseums, now watch me shred   Oh, Carlos Santana      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 drank a bottle and fucked a cow