Juelz Santana Lyrics
[Juelz + (ad libs)] (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I’m back (Juelllllz, Santana) I’m back (Juelllllz, Santana) (Ya’ll got a problem, his name’s Santana, Santana) I’m back, uh-oh (No one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammers) (Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana) [Juelz + (ad libs)] Okay, I’m reloaded, okay the heats loaded, okay now we rolling okay (yeah) My .44 peace talking, sound o-so-sweet talking Do more-more street talking, than Stone Cold Steve Austin And I bang it well, slang it well, shave it well Hell, you looking at the preview of “The Matrix 12” El rock them, I’m here to shake the bells (Juelllllz…) Shake the bells what’s my name (Santana) You got that gear right, I’m not that queer type Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain’t steered right Fuck driving 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 it’s up So now I’m rapping bad, I’m back I’m badder Shit, ya’ll probably think I’m taking rap viagra Got as many songs than Pac had on lock stash I can 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 relock that Don’t touch, stop that, it’s locked black And guess what, I’m back (Juelllllz…) I’m back (Santana) [Chorus: Juelz + (ad libs)] (Ya’ll got a problem, his name’s Santana, Santana) I’m back, (Juelllllz, Santana) uh-oh (No one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammers) I’m back (Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana) uh-oh [Juelz + (ad libs)] Say hello to my little friend, hello ‘fore I pull again (Juelllllz…) And show you my bullets friend, hello my name please (Santana) Straight bring the llama, for cake stand behind you Make plans to drop you, I ain’t Aunt Jamima, nope Bitch, I ain’t here to wine you, I ain’t here to dine you, I cam here to pop you Shit, and I came here for lobster (Juelllllz…) The whole damn sha-bang and they ain’t bring the pasta (Santana) Now I got to be rude, they ain’t got me my food I’m not gone be used, shots gone eat through This kid small body, and this big long shotty That will 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 (time) it’s lock and load time (Juelllllz…) Show time, adios amigo, got to go time (Santana) Yeah, but I be back right at you, twice back at you, like Christ back at you, yeah! You be like damn, that’s one nice ass rapper I kind of like that rapper, I want to be like that rapper, no! No, but if you bite that rapper, I might bite back at you, with the Rifle at you, whoo! Yeah, I know that might sound bad, but it’s I’m back [Chorus: Juelz + (ad libs)] (Ya’ll got a problem, his name’s Santana, Santana) I’m back, (Juelllllz, Santana) uh-oh (No one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammers) I’m back (Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana) uh-oh [ad libs continues ‘til fade]
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