s.a.n.t.a.n.a. lyrics – diplomats

i’m back
ju-elz santana
i’m back
ju-elz santana
y’all got a problem, his name is san-tan-a
i’m back, uh-oh
no one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammas
santana~~~

[juelz santana]
okay, im realoaded
okay, the heats loaded
okay, now we rollin’
okay!.(ju-elz santana)
my .44 piece talkin’
sound oh, so sweet talkin’
the momo street talkin’
is stone cold steve austin
and i bang it well, slang it bell
shave it well,(yup)
h*ll, you lookin at a preview of the matrix 12
l, rock dem, im here to shake the bells
shake the bells, what’s my name
(ju-elz… santana)
you got that gear right
i’m not that queer type
nasty behind the wheel
but my mind ain’t steered right
fu*k drivin’ reckless
my mind is reckless
plus, i stay with, two time crime-offenders
i can’t give it up (nope)
like an old man, who, can’t get it up
i’m not a man til its up (yup)
so now i’m rappin’ bad
i’m back, i’m badder
sh*t, y’all probably think i’m takin
rap viagara (ju-elz~~~santana)
got as many songs as pac had on locked 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 re-lock that
don’t touch, stop that, it’s locked black
and guess what? i’m back!
(ju—ellzz santana)

i’m back
ju-elz santana
y’all got a problem, his name is san-tan-a(santana)
i’m back, uh-oh
no one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammas
santana~~~i’m back, uh oh

say h*llo to my litte friend
h*llo, before i pull again
and show you my bullets friend
h*llo! my name please (santana)
straight, blahm, the lima
for cake, stand behind ya,
make plans to drop ya
i ain’t aunt jemima
b*tch! i ain’t here to wind ya
i ain’t here to dine ya
i came here to pop ya (yup)
sh*t, and i came here for lobster
the whole d*mn sha-bang
and they ain’t bring the pasta
now i got to be rude
they ain’t got me my food
im not goin’ be used
shots goin’ eat through
this kid’s small-bodied
and this big, long shotty…
that’ll just make sh*t 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 (time)
it’s lock and load time (time)
show time, adios amigo
gotta-go time (santana)
yeh, but i’ll be right back atcha
twice back atcha like christ, back atcha
you’ll be like “d*mn, thats one nice *ss rappa,
and i kinda ike that rappa i wanna be like that rappa”
(no)no, but if you bite that rappa
i might bite back atcha
with that ri-fle atcha (oooh)
yeh, i know that might sound bad but its” (ju-elz)

i’m back
ju-elz santana
y’all got a problem, his name is san-tan-a
i’m back, uh-oh
no one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammas
santana~~~
i’m back, uh oh
juelz santana
juelz santana

/ diplomats lyrics