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Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev

It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah! 
I wrote this song, especially for you!

to hard knocks college
Walking the path of truth no more mental bondage
Influenced by many greats let me pay homage
Hova, Nasir, Hendrix, Marley, Davis

Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev

It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah! 
I wrote this song, especially for you!

feeling great
Oh yeah by the way I can't feel my face
Uh like Santana Lil Wayne off the fossil drank
Double the *Ching* and the problems what the fuck you

not talking bout pogo
I think I might be in love with the (cocoa cocoa)
I think I might be in love with the cocoa
I'm smoking gas you can tell by

gwa swana le gola Savanna
Line tjao hlaba o small nanana
O tletje ka atti Juel Santana
Thug ke Chapo vele ko tsena Panama
Ngwana le Rasta are o nnyaka

uh
Shorty she bad and from Ghana, uh
She think I'm Baby Santana, uh
Yeah, I'm off the leash, uh, yeah
Fuck the police, uh, yeah, yeah
All these people

Hit em in two seconds, I'm gone
Making money while I'm sleep in my home
On a plane and I'm headed to Rome
I fly high, Jim Jones, Santana is home
In

personalit v jednom člověku
Je ti zima? tak ber na sebe deku
Vím, že bys mě nechtěl potkat venku
To je v poho, já jsem člověk plnej vzteku
Dělám ty trapy jak

it in your cranium this time 
Still carving off the fat to make sure its divine 
The audio Santana with these designs 

How you think I made it this

Shirley C

Random Axe

Random Axe

2011

New-Yorkian
Back when Santana used to rock bandanas
I sold coke hand-to-hand, fam, gram scrambler
Game is old, I needed a new challenge
Picked up a pen

down by your sis
(yeah) ya'll niggas ain't have no chips
Ya'll little niggas don't belong on the 5th
Ya'll can't afford the shit that I sip
250

make
Them start racing
Yup dropping heat on them on
A daily basis
In a blue dream and I'm hazing
Kush by the pound by the pound
You can weigh it
Dro so

Play the game like campaign
Bumpin' Santana in the finest Copacabana
In Havana with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy

disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year

Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50

No Me Importa

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 1

2001

Tony Montana
I bring drama like revolución Cubana
And block stages like my last name was Santana
Como puedes comparar your anterouch to my squad
You

co noc
W sumie to chuj wbijam w wille
Ziomale siedzą codziennie
Jaram aż fotel mnie uśpi
Chyba że Santana Carlos smutna melodię zanuci
Konsola leci

Ladies and gents

Back by popular demand

It's the G&B with Carlos Santana

And a we, we, we, we're dirty dancin'

(To my people in the front)

the .4's by me
Diamonds up the piece it's all shiny
Still without a backstage pass the whores find me
And they know who the man be
Ice grill on the watch,

[Juelz Santana:]
Catch me where you catch me
find me where you find me
in the hood or on the island
im probably by a palm tree
skull gang chain nigga

for days
I breeze by you, cologne smell like Joop & Haze
Me, Adamu, troops who blaze
Them Rugers, K's
One phonecall, moves is made
Rep 9-Treezy gang,

Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really

Cyn Santana with the dog
Filter’s everything honey
That’s food for the sharks, shit
‘cus everything’s chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we tricked

(Oh Major, don't go)
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa 
Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky Zeekey
Hoffa, Dash, uh 
Killa, uh

Y'all