S.A.N.T.A.N.A. (feat. Juelz Santana)

I'm back

Juelz Santana

I'm back

Juelz Santana

Y'all got a problem

His name is Santana

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

I'm back

Uh-oh

Don't wanna play around

We'll squeeze them hammers

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Okay, I'm reloaded

Okay, they heat's loaded

Okay that we rollin'

Okay

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

My four-four piece talkin' sound, oh, so sweet talkin'

The more, more street talkin' than Stone Cold Steve Austin

And I bang it well, sling it well, shave it well

Hell, you lookin' at a preview of the Matrix twelve

L rocked 'em, I'm here to shake the bells

Shake your bells, what's my name?

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

You got that there right, I'm not that queer type

Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right

Fuck drivin' reckless, my mind is reckless

Plus I stay with two time crime offenders

I can't give it up

Like a old man who can't get it up

I'm not a man till it's up

So now I'm rappin' bad, I'm back, I'm badder

Shit, you probably think I'm takin' rap Viagra

Juelz Santana

Got as many songs as Pac had on lock stash

I could pop songs just like I pop tags

I do not brag, just watch, fag

I'm here to get the keys to the lock back

Open the door, close it and re-lock that

Don't touch, stop that, it's locked, black

And guess what, I'm back

I'm back

Juelz Santana

Y'all got a problem

His name is S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

I'm back

Juelz S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Uh-oh

Don't wanna play around

We'll squeeze them hammers

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

I'm back

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Uh-oh

Say hello to my little friend

Hello, 'fore I pull again

And show you my bullets, friend

Hello, my name please

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Straight playin' the line

But for cakes stand behind you

Make plans to drop you

I ain't Aunt Jemima

Bitch, I ain't here to wine ya

I ain't here to dine ya

I came here to pop ya

Yeah, and I came here for lobster

The whole damn shebang, and they ain't bring the pasta

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Now I gotta be rude

They ain't got me my food

I'm not gon' be used

Shots gon' eat through

This kick small body

And this big long shotty

That'd just make shit here all sloppy

Straight out the pot, I'm ready

Straight out like rock, I'm ready

Or more proper

I'm straight out like hot spaghetti

It's rock and roll time

It's lock and load time

Showtime, adios amigo

Gotta go time

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Yeah, but I'll be right back at you

Twice back at you like Christ back at you

You be like, damn, that's one nice ass rapper

I kinda like that rapper

I wanna be like that rapper

No, but if you bite that rapper

I might bite back at you

With that rifle at you

Yeah, I know that might sound bad

But it's

Juelz Santana

I'm back

Y'all got a problem

His name is S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

I'm back

Juelz Santana

Uh-oh

Don't wanna play around

We'll squeeze them hammers

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

I'm back

S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Uh-oh

Juelz S.A.N.T.A.N.A.

Juelz S.A.N.T.A.N.A.