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 in champ? It'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'
[ The Lonely Island Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
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
Old 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