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!. 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 flute 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 lots of freebie sex. Now he's gettin' down with the DVX. Excuse me fellas am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne?. That's right motherfucker! Here try it.. Alright. Awwwwwwwwww shit!. I feel alive for the first time. Each sip hits my lips 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. Comin' straight out the box with a bowl o'champ. Yo he's a beast with the sugar and yeast. Mixed in a pot. Like the way his releases mix jazz blues and pop. And the source of fusion. He's lady's shoe producin'. [ The Lonely Island Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]. 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-bub 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 Grammys bitches throw me their 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 vipers gon' run up on ya. A legend a boss that's what I are. Accidental pimp trying to be killin' the guitar. Old enough to know better but young enough to not care. I get actin' might slap a bitch with my hair. Left coast up top I bang that shit. My sparkling wine'll pop 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