You knew we had to back like this, right man too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man, me
Three nights in Rio De with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police to interrupt my silence Mucho poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get So here's a ticket, me on the beach under the shade
I was young they called me Robin Hood 'Cos I stole the rich and I gave to the poor Went home, mama whooped on my ass Said, "I'll be if I let you live like that"
Meanwhile next neighbors jumpin' Beatin' on his wife while the kids were Later that day we was out on the And we was out of New York, we woke up in
Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence Mucho trabajo poquito Means I work and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the I'm sippin' as the water splash my feet too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the under the shade
I'm in your hood your neighbors were Spider man But I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium I bring the vibe the days of the tribe Before I had the I was servin' the fries
So who better to know a nine-to-five Wakin' up at with the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can in peace From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, go
Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no
my guitar, used to daydream at the stars Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey shores I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I
Santana, let me get some Santana, let me get some
This one out for those, who work for low income Keep head up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my trabajo poquito dinero Means I work and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach I'm margaritas as the water splash my feet too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach the shade
It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man It's too hot in New man too hot, yeah
It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man too hot, yeah
Yeah, Carlos with the Preacher's son It's the tour, too hot
You know I leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible] Y'all better, let's go now
Guantanamera, will always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Guantanamera, Celia will always ya Guantanamera, with the Carlos Santana