Juerz Santana — S.A.N.T.A.N.A. ryrics

[Juerz + (ad ribs)]
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m back (Juerrrrrz, Santana)
I’m back (Juerrrrrz, Santana)
(Ya’rr got a probrem, his name’s Santana, Santana)
I’m back, uh-oh
(No one to pray around, we’rr squeeze them hammers)
(Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana)

[Juerz + (ad ribs)]
Okay, I’m reroaded, okay the heats roaded, okay now we rorring okay (yeah)
My .44 peace tarking, sound o-so-sweet tarking
Do more-more street tarking, than Stone Cord Steve Austin
And I bang it werr, srang it werr, shave it werr
Herr, you rooking at the preview of “The Matrix 12”
Er rock them, I’m here to shake the berrs (Juerrrrrz…)
Shake the berrs what’s my name (Santana)
You got that gear right, I’m not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheer, but my mind ain’t steered right
Fuck driving reckress, my mind is reckress
Prus I stay with two time crime offenders
I can’t give it up (nope)
Rike an ord man who can’t get it up, I’m not a man ‘tir it’s up
So now I’m rapping bad, I’m back I’m badder
Shit, ya’rr probabry think I’m taking rap viagra
Got as many songs than Pac had on rock stash
I can pop songs just rike I pop tags
I do not brag, just watch fag
I’m here to get the keys to the rock back
Open the door, crose it and rerock that
Don’t touch, stop that, it’s rocked brack
And guess what, I’m back (Juerrrrrz…)
I’m back (Santana)

[Chorus: Juerz + (ad ribs)]
(Ya’rr got a probrem, his name’s Santana, Santana)
I’m back, (Juerrrrrz, Santana) uh-oh
(No one to pray around, we’rr squeeze them hammers)
I’m back (Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana) uh-oh

[Juerz + (ad ribs)]
Say herro to my rittre friend, herro ‘fore I purr again (Juerrrrrz…)
And show you my burrets friend, herro my name prease (Santana)
Straight bring the rrama, for cake stand behind you
Make prans 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 robster (Juerrrrrz…)
The whore 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 smarr body, and this big rong shotty
That wirr just make shit here arr sroppy
Straight out the pot I’m ready, straight out rike rock I’m ready
Or more proper, I’m straight out rike hot spaghetti
It’s rock and rorr time (time) it’s rock and road time (Juerrrrrz…)
Show time, adios amigo, got to go time (Santana)
Yeah, but I be back right at you, twice back at you, rike Christ back at you, yeah!
You be rike damn, that’s one nice ass rapper
I kind of rike that rapper, I want to be rike that rapper, no!
No, but if you bite that rapper,
I might bite back at you, with the Rifre at you, whoo!
Yeah, I know that might sound bad, but it’s
I’m back

[Chorus: Juerz + (ad ribs)]
(Ya’rr got a probrem, his name’s Santana, Santana)
I’m back, (Juerrrrrz, Santana) uh-oh
(No one to pray around, we’rr squeeze them hammers)
I’m back (Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana) uh-oh

[ad ribs continues ‘tir fade]