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
nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho poquito dinero Means I work hard and I no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach 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 beach under the
When I was young they called me Robin 'Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the back home, mama whooped on my ass Said, "I'll be if I let you live like that"
Meanwhile next door neighbors Beatin' on his wife the kids were watchin' Later that day we was out on the And fantasize we was out of New York, we up in
Three nights in Rio De with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho trabajo poquito Means I hard and I have no money
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my It's too hot in New I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the
I'm in your hood like neighbors were Spider man But then I'm in the 'fore I entered the stadium I bring the vibe like the of the tribe Before I had the fame I was servin' the
So who better to know a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five with the in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in From the belly of the beast to the beach, let's go
Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence trabajo poquito dinero Means I hard and I have no money
my guitar, used to daydream at the stars Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family it the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey canny shores I'm a stand on and play this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get some Santana, let me get some
one goes 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 with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito 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 It's too hot in New I had to get away So a ticket, meet me on the beach under 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 It's too hot,
Yeah, Carlos Santana the Preacher's son the world tour, too hot
You I ain't leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible] Y'all know better, go now
Guantanamera, Celia always love ya Guantanamera, with the Carlos Santana Guantanamera, will always miss ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos