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 of champ? Tt'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'

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

Not young 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