Santana DVX Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]What is that, crystal? (no!)
Dom p? (hell no!)
(this is that Carlos Santana
champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana d- v-
x? that's my joint!
(mine too,
but a lot of these busters don't know about it)
Well let's tell these motherfuckers!

[Verse 2]
As a [C]kid, I used to lay awake [C5]and think
When [C]was Santana gonna make a drink?
But now I'm all [C5]grown and my
dream came [C]true
[Bb]Santana cham[C]pagne, from here to you
From the [C5]heart of napa valley
and the guitar king
Comes a sparkling wine,
to make a blind man sing
Yo it's the [C]cham- pan- yah,
from the man with the bandanna
[C5]I can't stand a flute with anything
but [C]Santana
What's the first name in cham,
it's Carlos
[Bb]And to t[C]hat man I propose a toast
In the 60's, he [C5]had lots of free[C]bie sex
But now he's gettin' down
with the d- v- x

[Verse 3]
[C]Excuse me fellas!
Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made
a champagne?
(that's right motherfucker! here,
try it)
Alright aw shit!
I feel alive for the [C5]first time Each

[Verse 4]
[C5]
sip hits my [C]lips like a landmine
Without Carlos in my life I was [Bb]livin' a lie
[C]He makes his guitar weep,
but his champagne cries
He's a southwest,
[C5]tie wearin' bolo champ
[C]Comin' str[Bb]aight out the box[C]
with a bolo champ'
Yo he a beast with the [C5]sugar and yeast,
mix it in [C]pots
Like the way his release mixed
jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion,
[C5]he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas
for a [C]music revolution
On the 7th day, it was said god [C5]rest
But on the 8th [C]day he made
the d- v- x

[Verse 5]
Gentlemen, [C]gentlemen,
what is all the hubbub about?
(Carlos Santana!) that's right
I see bitches- is enjoyin'
my sparkling wine
(we certainly are) well be careful
Cause this shit'll get you fucked up
Bitch!

[Verse 6]
I'm like [C]no other, [C5]one of a kind,
my sparkling wine
Santana d- v- x make you [C]wanna
have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get [Bb]laid [C]all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies, batches
throw me they panties
I'm probably your daddy,
I probably nutted in your mammy
I'm a bay boy, [C5]city life,
[C]been around the corner
Try to play me foul and my vatos
goin' run up on ya
A legend, a [C5]boss, that's what I are
Ask about me pimp,
'tana [C]be killin' the guitar
Old enough to know bet[C5]ter but
young enough to not care
I get active - might slap [C]a bitch
with my hair (whip)
Left coast up top [C5]I bang that shit
My sparkling wine'll pop
[C]crystal on her lip
Can't stop,
[C5]won't stop gettin' my bread
Pack [C]arenas and coliseums now watch
me shred

[Verse 7]
Oh, san- tan- tan- [C]tan- ah[C5][C]

[Verse 8]
A [C5]mon key drank a bottle
and learned to speak
A squid drank a bottle and be[C]came a freak
A lion drank a [C5]bottle and forgot how to growl

[Verse 9]
A [C5]horse drank [C]a bottle, and fucked a cow!