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[Chorus: x2]Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, ohUh-oh, it's Santana the Great, ohUh-oh, it's Santana the Great, ohBandanna his face, blam, hammer escape, ohUh-oh, it's Santana the Great, ohUh-oh, it's Santana the Great, ohUh-oh, it's Santana the Great, ohHolla at your boy, oh, holla at your[Juelz Santana]Why yall know what crack sound like homieOr what the mac sound like when it's strapped on me, please back off meBefore this mac that's strapped on me, gets snatched off meCocked back used to crash your homies, ohWhy yall can't fuck with me man, I guarantee manIt's Santana the rap +He-man+Why yall skeltors get your melons torched when this weapon sart letting offSantana no, don't hurt 'em, don't squirt 'emDon't let the nine burn 'em in the sternumThey don't want to go to war with ya'They ain't ready to bang or go to war with ya'So leave 'em alone, don't feed 'em the chromeWhy yall labels'll to stop watching meI tried to tell you before, I was ready, I was always hot propertyNow look, I'm Diplomat slash ROC propertySongtexteStash rocks probably, fucker, you're not stopping me[Chorus: x2][Juelz Santana]I'm so, gangsta, it's no one just like meSmooth thug, will Pretty Tony your wifeySo you better keep your bitch awayCause I will get her number, call her up, make her my bitch todayWhy yall can't fuck with the "Great" Santana, bandanna give in clips and weightHammers will split your face, shift your waist, to a different placeNext thing you know, I'm in a different stateBack next month, new whip, different plateDamn, Santana delivery the rawDelivery the four, for sure man, I did it beforeSo if your bitch is a whore, don't fight for herDon't waste your life for her, trying to make it right for herWith all that frontin' your doin', and stuntin' you're doin'I'll shoot the bump while you moving and shut you from moving[Chorus][Juelz Santana]Why yall niggas don't ride like I doSlide through in that 7-4-5 blue, right beside who? KillerWhere Jones, in the pick-up truckYeah we use that to pick up stuff, pick up bucksAnd my Denali is often parked, inside of my condoHow much did he sign for?Oh, I bet you want to know that moneyYeah I bet you I won't show that moneyI keep it stashed away, right next to the 4-4, moneyKeep a lo-pro money, this is slo-mo moneyI'm used to that fast crack, bag crackRe-cook bag that, give it out, half thatIf it still bags, have stacksNo more running back to me, coming back to meI'm on the corner with a hundred packs of theseDamn, oh, he got the purple[Chorus: x2] Aus Songtexte Mania