Treblemakers - S.A.N.T.A.N.A lyrics

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Treblemakers - S.A.N.T.A.N.A lyrics

{​*high pitched laugh*}​ [Juelz] I'm backkkkkkkkk [Ja'quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA [Juelz] I'm backkkkkkkkk [Ja'quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA [Ja'quaye] Y'all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana) [Santana] I'm backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh! [Ja'quaye] You don't wanna play around, we'll squeeze them ham-mers [Ja'quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana [Juelz Santana] + (Ja'quaye) Okay, I'm reloaded, okay, the heat's loaded Okay, now we rollin, okay (Santana) My fo-fo peace talking, sound oh so sweet talking Do mo, mo street talking, then Stone Cold Steve Austin And I bang it well, slang is well, shave it well Hell, you looking a preview of the Matrix 12 L rock them, I'm hear to shake the bells Shake your bells, what's my name (Santana) You got that there right, I'm not that queer type Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right f** driving reckless, my mind is reckless Plus I stay with two time crime offenders I can't give it up, like an old man who can't get it up I'm not a man til this up So I'm rappin' badder, I'm back I'm badder sh** y'all probably thinking I'm taking rap Viagra (Santana) Got as many songs as 'Pac had on lock stash I can pop songs, just like I pop tags I do not brag, just watch f*g 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, I'm baaaaaaaaaack (Santana) [Hook] [Ja'quaye] Y'all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana) [Santana] I'm backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh! (Santana) [Ja'quaye] You don't wanna play around, we'll squeeze them ham-mers [Ja'quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana [Juelz Santana] Say hello to my little friend, hello before I pull again And show you my bullets friend, hello - my name please (Santana) Straight blam the lamma, for Cake stand behind ya And make plans to drop ya, I ain't Aunt Jemima b**h, I ain't her to wine ya, I ain't her to dine ya I came her to pop ya, sh**, and I came here for lobster The whole damn shabang and they ain't brang the pasta (santana) Now I got to be rude, they ain't got me my food I'm not gonna be used, shots will eat through This kid's small body, and this big long shotty (What?) That'll just make sh** hit all sloppy Straight out the block, I'm ready, straight out like rock I'm ready More proper, I'm straight out like hot spagettii It's rock n roll time, it's lock and load time Showtime, audios amigos, gotta go time Yeah, but I be right back at ya Twice back at ya, like Christ back at ya (Yeah) You be like damn "That's one nice a** rapper I kinda like that rapper, I wanna be like that rapper" (NOPE!) No but if you bite that rapper, I might bite back at ya With that ri-fel at ya, whoa, I know that might sound bad but It's....I'm Back [Hook]