S.a.n.t.a.n.a. Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity Ii - Diplomats

I'm back, Juelz Santana, I'm back, Juelz Santana 

Y'all got a problem, his name is Santana 

I'm Back, uh oh 

No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammas 

Santana, Santana, Santana 

Okay, I'm reloaded, okay, the heat's loaded 

Okay, now we rollin', okay 

My fo'-fo' piece talkin', sound, oh, so sweet talkin' 

The Momo street talkin' is Stone Cold Steve Austin 

An' I bang it well, slang it well, shave it well 

Hell, you lookin' at a preview of the Matrix 12 

L, rock dem, I'm here to shake the bells 

Shake the bells, what's my name? 

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You got that gear right, I'm not that queer type 

Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right 

Fuck drivin' reckless, my mind is reckless 

Plus, I stay with two time crime offenders 

I can't give it up like an old man, who can't get it up 

I'm not a man 'til it's up 

So now I'm rappin' bad, I'm back, I'm badder 

Shit, y'all probably think I'm takin' 'Rap Viagra ' 

Got as many songs as Pac had on 'Locked 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 an' re-lock that 

Don't touch, stop that, it's locked black 

An' guess what? I'm back, I'm back 

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Y'all got a problem, his name is Santana 

I'm back, uh oh 

No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammas 

I'm back, uh oh 

Say hello to my little friend, hello, before I pull again 

An' show you my bullets, friend, hello, my name please 

Straight, blahm, the Lima, for cake stand behind ya 

Make plans to drop ya I ain't Aunt Jemima 

Bitch, I ain't here to wind ya, I ain't here to dine ya 

I came here to pop ya 

Shit an' I came here for lobster, the whole damn shabang 

An' they ain't bring the pasta 

Now I got to be rude, they ain't got me my food 

I'm not goin' be used, shots goin' eat through 

This kid's small body an' this big long shotty 

That'd 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 an' roll time, it's lock an' load time 

Show time, adios amigo, gotta go time 

Yeh, but I'll be right back atcha 

Twice back atcha like Christ, back atcha 

You'll be like "damn, that's one nice ass rappa 

I kinda like that rappa, I wanna be like that rappa" 

No, but if you bite that rappa, I might bite back atcha 

With that rifle atcha 

Yeh, I know that might sound bad 

But it's, I'm back 

Y'all got a problem, his name is Santana 

I'm back, uh oh 

No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammas 

I'm back, uh oh 

Juelz Santana, Juelz Santana